Qing Lan's eyes narrowed slightly. The crimson longsword above her head spilled fiery divine patterns, setting the starry sky ablaze and shattering all domain powers.
Among Supreme Artifacts, Falling Rainbow ranked among the finest. The Heavenly Mark engraved upon its sword bone originated from the Divine Martial Heavenly Dao, and its might was extraordinarily formidable.
Nearby, Ying Qianqiu narrowed his eyes and slowly clenched his palm. He carried a life-saving treasure bestowed by a Dao Venerable, which gave him confidence. He paid little attention to the attackers.
The one who had suddenly struck had clearly come specifically for Mu Zhaoxi, and had been lying in wait for a long time.
There were three of them. At their head was a young woman in an indigo-blue gown, whose cultivation had reached the eighth stage, fourth level. A crystal lamp hung above her head, translucent and radiant, Supreme Dao Marks flowing across its surface. At its center burned a five-colored glazed flame, unmatched in its splendor.
Qing Lan had seen this woman at the Prodigy Tournament and still remembered her somewhat. She came from a top power within an imperial dynasty, one with an unparalleled Supreme seated at its helm. She was also connected to Qing Lan by blood, and her status was exceptionally distinguished.
Someone like her should, by all logic, have no dealings with Mu Zhaoxi.
"We merely act at another's request and fulfill our duty. You have little connection to the Silverfeather Dynasty, and we have no desire to make an enemy of you. We hope you'll grant us passage."
Seeing Qing Lan intervene, the group paused. The woman at their head gently tried to persuade her:
"You may become the Blood God Hall's future Divine Son, with limitless prospects ahead of you. Why waste your strength over a