Guest Elder Jiang Will Know Where to Draw the Line

"Gasp..."

As the figure landed, a massive, dark-red Dao Palace burst forth from the horizon with a thunderous roar.

Rolling red mist spread out, tinged with the thick hue of blood.

It stretched for a full eight hundred miles.

Deep within the red mist, eight Dao Chess Pieces stood in formation.

They gazed down indifferently at the people below.

At that moment,

whether it was Chen Yuan and the others or the members of the Lu Family inside the grand formation, everyone wore expressions of shock and uncertainty.

Eight Dao Chess Pieces.

What they represented was obvious.

A cultivator at the Eighth Rank of Chess-Player!

Chen Yuan's face had gone pale, and the hair all over his body stood on end.

He had expected the Wusang Sect disciples to act arrogantly and, most likely, start a fight...

But he hadn't expected their cultivation to be so formidable!

Even knowing that Jiang Yuechu's combat prowess was terrifying, and that even a Seventh Rank Demon was no match for her,

there was still a deep chasm between the seventh and eighth ranks!

And the other party was a disciple of the Dao Sect, no less. How could they compare to some demon?

This was going to be trouble...

At the thought,

he glanced worriedly to his side, wanting to see how the girl was reacting.

The next second,

his face filled with astonishment.

There was no girl where she had been standing!

At that very moment,

an explosive sound burst beside his ear.

Boom!!!

Another palace phantom appeared, wreathed in blood-red light. Beneath the other party's vast Central Palace, which stretched for eight hundred miles, this palace looked terribly frail.

Yet the blood-red aura around it was far more dreadful and sinister.

The instant it manifested, it forcibly tore apart the red