"Such big words, little Zheyue!"
"Even your emperor brother might not dare speak so boldly."
"Three thousand beauties in the harem, all of them are like his own useless children. Millions upon millions of armored troops beneath his command—who among them can compare to me?"
"And you, little sparrow who flew from home—do you take ganging up on the few with the many as some achievement of your own?"
Throughout this world rang Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure's clicking sneers. "If it were just you and me in a duel, I'd break that blade within ten moves!"
Her voice seemed to hold countless colors, ever shifting and flowing.
In just a few words, it turned from joy to sorrow, with a hundred emotions surging forth.
And no matter the emotion, no matter the voice, it set one's blood racing!
As Zhongshan Weisun continuously purified himself with Southern Bright Separation Fire, a thought suddenly struck him: against an opponent of such ultimate desire from the Mortal World, True Lord Jiang, who had cultivated and slain the Sea of Bitterness Eternal Damnation Desire Devil Art and suppressed the devil of ultimate feeling and desire, was likely the most suitable opponent.
Could this have been why Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure had earlier retreated before the River-Subduing True Lord?
Then he saw that the icy edge of [Cold Moon Cuts Autumn] suddenly became mottled with color, as though weathered by years and corroded by mist, sprouting patches of rust!
The color of that corrosion made Zhongshan Weisun feel as though his very Dao body had become pitted and uneven, about to rot away and collapse. He immediately averted his gaze—
Cao Yuxian had been right. This truly was not a battle he was qualified to meddle in. He could not even beat the drum from