"Chu Yingluo? Which Chu Yingluo?"
"Gasp... I remember now. Isn't this that madwoman, Chu Yingluo, who once turned the Upper Three Heavens upside down?"
"Why is she here?"
"It's over, it's over. That madwoman is here—now things are going to get lively..."
The Immortal Kings who had been watching the show all shuddered at the sight of Chu Yingluo, their eyes filled with apprehension and reverence.
Chu Yingluo descended through the air and landed beside Li Qingshan. Her cold eyes swept over Ji Tianxin and the Immortal Kings at his side, icy to the extreme.
"Greetings, Master!"
Li Qingshan bowed.
"Good disciple, are you all right?"
Chu Yingluo's gaze fell upon Li Qingshan, and her tone softened somewhat. A trace of concern flashed through her cold eyes.
"This disciple is fine."
Li Qingshan replied with a smile.
Yet as he looked at the many Immortal Kings acting as though they faced a great enemy, a strange look appeared in his eyes. His master's name carried such weight?
It had made so many Immortal Kings treat her like a formidable foe.
Just what had Master done back then?
Chu Yingluo nodded slightly, then turned her gaze toward Ji Tianxin and the Immortal Kings beside him. Murderous intent blazed in her cold eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, this is a matter between juniors. Surely you won't bully the young with your seniority?"
The black-robed Immortal King beside Ji Tianxin spoke slowly.
"I am bullying the young with my seniority. What can you do about it? If you don't want to die, get lost!"
Chu Yingluo sneered.
That terrifying pressure then bore down upon Ji Tianxin and the Immortal Kings beside him, crushing the face of even that mid-stage Immortal King pale!
Ji Tianxin's face turned livid. He had never imagined that this brat