"Who are you?"
"Who am I?"
"Where have you hidden Wang Xian? Give him back to me!"
"Wang Xian doesn't belong to you, and you can't devour him!"
"Ah... Damn it! Give him to me!"
"No!"
Wuyue gazed at the man in a blue robe slowly descending from the void, at the fellow before her who looked like a scholar, and let out an unwilling roar!
The demonic sword in her hand shrank back to three feet, its tip aimed straight ahead.
She snarled coldly, "Don't think I'll be afraid of you just because you're putting on a mysterious act!"
At that moment, Wuyue's three thousand strands of black hair had turned to golden threads, and her cultivation had surged. On top of that, she was in a towering rage. How could she care who this man who had suddenly appeared before her was?
Whoever ruined her plans and blocked her path, she would kill!
In her eyes, the blue-robed man might well have been some old geezer from the secret realm, using an illusion to cheat and deceive her.
And who was she?
She was Wuyue, who had rebuilt her body and become a demon on the spot!
Though she still had a long way to go before reaching the Integration Realm, she had already grasped a sliver of the laws of time and space!
Otherwise, she never would have learned Sword Beyond the Heavens!
Nor could she have taught Wang Xian the first two forms of that sword art!
"You're wrong! You've been mistaken from the very beginning!"
The blue-robed man blinked, then lifted his gaze toward some point in the void, as if looking toward a distant horizon, toward a certain star in the vast universe.
He murmured to himself, "He and I have some history, so