The Battle at the Absolute Summit

Wang Xian's answer was, without a doubt, the most venomous wound in the world.

Although no one except Feng Linglong could hear it.

When one demon used rogueish words against another, a woman like Feng Linglong, who had wanted to walk from darkness into the light, finally held all her fury to the breaking point.

Thus, she would represent the light and destroy the youth before her.

Unlike Feng Linglong, Wang Xian was thoroughly enjoying the moment.

What was black, and what was white?

His cultivation had been sealed, while the woman before him had clearly already stood at the summit of the world.

If he could not even deal with this woman before him, how could he return to the Imperial City of Jinling and face the Four Great Sects?

He had to remember that the Four Great Sects had once rallied the world's cultivators to besiege his master, Bai Youyue. Others might forget it, but he never would.

Moreover, since he had fallen out with the Empress, he naturally would not give this woman before him the slightest chance.

This was not a gamble with his life. The woman before him was not worth gambling for. At this thought, a wicked, charming smile curled across Wang Xian's lips.

Snow drifted lightly in the wind, yet he suddenly asked, "Does Liu Piaopiao know you?"

This was the doubt hidden in Wang Xian's heart. Otherwise, why would a strange woman fight him to the death for a killer from the Green-Clad Tower?

"Guess."

Feng Linglong no longer paid attention to the arrogant youth before her. With a sword cry, she tore open the void before them.

In everyone's eyes, it was a rainbow-like streak of Sword Qi that split the falling snow in the sky and reached the youth in