"Madmen, they're all a bunch of madmen." Crown Prince Changqing felt that everything around him was utterly unreal.
Was this really the Longevity Realm he knew?
Weren't these people all supposed to fear the Supreme One Clan's might, submit at their feet, and grovel before them? Where had they found the courage to fight the Supreme One Clan? How could they have stood up?
Why? Why had things turned out like this? Why?
In the distance, Shen Meng was fighting Crown Prince Qing, an elder of the Supreme One Clan.
As the most gifted woman among the city lords of the third-tier cities, Shen Meng's fighting style was vastly different from what most people imagined. She wielded a blade—a broad, heavy weapon suited for wide, sweeping strikes. The graceful, alluring woman she was in everyday life became an entirely different person in battle. The Divine Dream Blade in her hand radiated a brilliant orange-yellow glow, and every slash carried the force to shatter heaven and earth.
Her body was covered in wounds. Her hair had long since come loose, her makeup was smeared, and her clothes were torn. Blood stained her cheeks, and large patches of snow-white skin were exposed. Yet even so, she remained beautiful—only this beauty was unlike her usual seductive grace. It held a touch of wildness, a touch of tragic desolation.
By now, she had already given everything she had. Unfortunately, her opponent was a member of the Supreme One Clan, whose spiritual energy held an overwhelming advantage. If not for immortal qi chakra making up for some of the gap between them, Shen Meng likely would not have lasted even a few exchanges against Crown Prince Qing.
Yet Crown Prince Qing was one of the Supreme One Clan's foremost elders, a figure of longstanding renown.