Qian Renxue didn't want to answer.
"I get it. You're the Grand Pontiff's illegitimate son. He abandoned you because you were so ugly, and you wear a mask to hide your face. Now you've come to me... hoping to get the Grand Pontiff's attention through me?"
Su Wen looked as if he'd figured it all out.
"You..."
Qian Renxue's chest heaved with anger.
She shouted, "Angel Domain!"
Brilliant golden light swept over him in an instant.
The domain was imbued with purification and sacred heat.
It made people feel their attributes being forcibly suppressed.
"Senluo Ghost Domain!"
Past, hold on tight
Dark red light spread outward in every direction from Su Wen.
The sky changed abruptly, and icy winds howled.
Resentment, baleful energy, murderous intent, destructive energy, and the power of ultimate evil surged in every direction.
The domain rapidly expanded.
It stood in stark contrast to the Angel's sacred domain.
Qian Renxue's brows furrowed slightly.
He actually had a domain too!
And one with such an unpleasant aura.
The Senluo Ghost Domain and the Angel Domain clashed fiercely, sending ripples through the air.
Qian Renxue had thought a domain with a sacred aura would overpower his. Instead, the two were evenly matched; her Angel Domain even seemed to be pushed back.
"I underestimated you!"
Qian Renxue charged forward, a golden longsword appearing in her hand.
She swung it ahead, condensing golden blades of light in the air.
As the blades flew, sword energy crisscrossed.
"Just wait. I'll make your expression even more interesting."
Su Wen gripped the red Oil-paper Umbrella. The moment he opened it, the blades struck its surface with a clanging din.
The next instant, he shot toward Qian Renxue like an arrow loosed from a bow, swinging the Oil-paper Umbrella in his right hand.
Qian Renxue