"How should we address you, sir?" a middle-aged woman leading Lingjiu Palace asked.
"I am Fan Yao, the Right Emissary of Light." Fan Yao smiled faintly, and even the somewhat grotesque mask on his face seemed to gain a touch of color.
"The Two Immortals of Carefree!" The hall immediately erupted in discussion. The Ming Cult's Left and Right Emissaries of Light were not only highly skilled in martial arts but also famously handsome and dashing figures in the martial world.
Seeing the island and cave masters' awestruck expressions, Song Qingshu could not help sighing inwardly. Different standing meant different perspectives. To them, figures like Yang Xiao and Fan Yao were already among the very finest in the martial world, but in the eyes of true experts, what did they amount to?
With a new force entering the scene, Murong Fu and Zhuo Bufan finally stopped fighting and glared at the two men with ugly expressions. "Since when did the Ming Cult's reach extend this far?"
Wei Yixiao replied with a smile that did not reach his eyes, "You can travel all the way to the Tianshan Mountains, yet the Ming Cult, based in the Western Regions, cannot come?"
Zhuo Bufan said to Murong Fu, "Brother Murong, shall we deal with our common enemies first, then settle our score properly afterward?"
Murong Fu nodded. "Fine!" After suffering defeat after defeat, there was now almost nowhere in the vast world for him to gain a foothold. Lingjiu Palace was his hope for a comeback, and he had no intention of letting the Ming Cult reap the rewards.
"I'll handle this stinking bat!" Zhuo Bufan thrust out his longsword, and a streak of green Sword Aura shot toward Wei Yixiao, startling him. Had he not relied on his peerless lightness skill to