Ao Xuan roared inwardly, but could only grit her teeth and shout to the Long-Browed Old Demon:
"Elder, he's Lu Yuan!"
Though she tried desperately to conceal it, her voice still carried an unmistakable trace of fear.
"He's the Lu Yuan who killed the Nine-Tailed Nether Lord and Elder Chen!!"
"What?!"
The Long-Browed Old Demon's brows shook, his pupils contracted, and he nearly lost control of the great formation beneath his feet.
As though struck by lightning, he staggered back two steps and muttered:
"How is that possible? How could that be possible?!"
"How could he be a half-step Heavenly Realm powerhouse?!!"
"Why would a native from some remote Star Domain be at the half-step Heavenly Realm?!"
"How the hell would I know!!"
Ao Xuan ground her teeth, her elegant face twisted into an utterly ghastly expression. Crimson blood seeped from her tightly clenched fingertips.
As she watched that imposing figure draw ever closer outside the formation, her heart tossed and turned with unease.
After a brief struggle within her mind.
The Grand Protector of the Myriad Nether Palace actually made an unprecedented concession:
"Lu Yuan! Don't be rash. We can sit down and discuss everything calmly!"
She gritted her teeth and shouted at the golden streak on the horizon:
"As long as you're willing to shake hands and make peace, I, Ao Xuan, will guarantee in my capacity as Grand Protector that all past grievances between you and the Myriad Nether Palace will be wiped clean! I'll also personally give you compensation that you'll find satisfactory!!"
The Rogue Cultivators and warriors from second-rate factions all turned their gazes toward her, whether stunned by Ao Xuan's unusual behavior or cowed by the overwhelming majesty drawing ever closer.
None of them dared even breathe too loudly as they watched the situation