The Eight Ancestral Talismans

Just as the Evil Emperor was riding high on the recovery of his own strength, what answered him was a streak of light so fast it reached the extreme, appearing before his face almost instantly!

Clang!!!

A pitch-black longsword instantly condensed in the Evil Emperor's hand, and with a backhand slash, he cut out, colliding with that streak of light.

An energy fluctuation far beyond the Dou Sheng level erupted from the point where the attacks collided, then spread across the entire battlefield!

"This energy fluctuation and aura..." The Evil Emperor looked at the broken sword in his hand, then raised his head and looked toward Xiao Wujiu.

It was not only the Evil Emperor. When that streak of light, fast to the extreme, had appeared just now, everyone familiar with the aura within it turned their gazes toward Xiao Wujiu.

"This guy is as good at hiding things as ever," Cai Lin said, her beautiful eyes fixed tightly on the figure in the void. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, and with a light wave of her hand, she shattered the aftershock. "After all, no matter what he does, he always likes to prepare a backup plan."

"Bad guy. Always showing off all by himself." Zi Yan stomped angrily, and a powerful spatial fluctuation crushed the sweeping energy aftershock.

Though she said that, her small face, which had been tense, still relaxed slightly.

"Big brother is amazing..." Qing Lin raised her head. Xiao Wujiu was reflected in her eyes, that tall figure shining brilliantly within them.

Ying Huanhuan's lovely face, which had originally been as cold as frost, also flashed with surprise in her eyes after she sensed Xiao Wujiu's Divine Palace Realm Rune Master level. However, she did not say anything more. She only looked toward the