In the sky, Zhao Xiaoxiang wore magnificent ceremonial imperial robes. This outfit was all about wild dominance and wicked allure, perfectly suited to her status as the Evil Emperor.
Though she had initially planned to become a righteous immortal maiden, this world had given her no chance to be a good person.
On the battlefield, the very center had now been left to the three immortals of the Mystic Gate and Zhao Xiaoxiang, the Sky Vault Evil Emperor.
Farther away, the righteous experts who had come to lend their strength, along with the wicked-path fiends Zhao Xiaoxiang had driven into service, were all putting on a fake fight.
Zhao Xiaoxiang's wicked faction had been subdued by force, so naturally there was no loyalty to speak of. As for the righteous side, if the three immortals held the upper hand, they certainly would not mind putting in some effort and claiming a share of the credit. But the problem was that the Evil Emperor's mana was simply unfathomable. Even now, both her hands remained clasped behind her back, without moving in the slightest. With nothing but a single streak of sword light—one that split into ten thousand forms and changed in endlessly myriad ways—she had driven the three immortals into a state of utter misery.
What they did not know was that part of Zhao Xiaoxiang's attention was still fishing together with Zhao Cheng. Otherwise, her sword light would only have been fiercer.
They had also heard something about how the three immortals had come into conflict with the Evil Emperor.
It was a standard tale of forcing the righteous into becoming demons.
Cause and effect, cause and effect—this was probably what cause and effect meant.
"Too weak! Too weak! Too weak!"
"With such shallow mana, you dare call yourselves sect