"You are not an eightieth-generation disciple." Yu Xin's Past Self spoke coldly, her voice like ice.
"Even a Golden Core True Lord nearing the end of their lifespan would belong to the ninety-third through ninety-fifth generations at the earliest. Your aura is only at the Late Golden Core Stage. You could not possibly qualify to enter slumber. You cannot be an eightieth-generation disciple!"
"Who... exactly are you?!"
"Who exactly are you?"
Yu Xin [Past Self] demanded sternly, her voice like shattering ice, the wariness in her eyes so intense it almost took tangible form.
The great bow in her hand was already fully drawn, its taut string forming a full moon. The blue-green arrow nocked upon it radiated a danger that set the heart trembling.
Jiang Tian let out a long, regretful sigh.
If only he had known more about the Profound Dao Palace.
Then he might have managed to catch Yu Xin [Past Self] off guard.
But now, it seemed he had taken rather too much for granted.
For one thing, he knew very little of the Profound Dao Palace's true depths. He did not even know what trump cards they held.
For another, he had indeed underestimated her.
He had taken someone at Golden Core Perfection for a fool.
Who among those who reached Golden Core Perfection had not fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood? Who among them was not meticulous in thought and seasoned in their methods?
Since that was the case, there was no need to keep pretending.
Humm—
The Dao Seeker Sword appeared in his hand, its blade trembling fiercely. Its clear, deep ringing echoed in every direction like a dragon crying out from an abyss.
Wave after wave of sword cries overlapped, rippling through the air in visible rings