"Hm?"
Meng Tangtang was startled by this sudden turn of events.
All at once, the power within her dissipated completely. There was no sign of any violent upheaval; it had been utterly suppressed. At that moment, she seemed to have become an ordinary mortal, stripped of all strength, and even heaven and earth fell silent.
At that moment, every trace of aura between heaven and earth abruptly vanished.
All killing intent and chaotic pressure seemed to scatter into thin air—or perhaps they had been forcibly cut off by some kind of power.
For the first time in a long while, Meng Tangtang felt a sense of tranquility.
Boundless tranquility.
Just as she was filled with doubt, a steady voice reached her calmly, carrying a hint of laughter.
"You did well."
"You already did your best."
"Leave the rest to your master."
For some reason, the instant she heard that voice, Meng Tangtang's entire body trembled violently!
An unbelievable thought surfaced in her mind.
It was even a little absurd.
Impossible to believe.
"...M-Master?"
At that moment, Meng Tangtang did not even dare turn around.
She feared that this was merely an illusion before death. How could her master suddenly appear here?
And where was this place?
The battlefield of the Immortals!
Though in Meng Tangtang's heart, her master had always been the loftiest of beings, her reason told her that his strength was only considered decent in the Lesser Immortal Realm. In some Greater Thousand Worlds, he would only be regarded as ordinary.
Not to mention in the Primordial Universe, where powerful beings gathered like clouds.
"Treat your wounds properly."
As Meng Tangtang's thoughts ran wild, that warm, smiling voice came again, filled with deep gratification. "Leave the rest to your master."
"Master!"
Meng Tangtang finally could not hold back