She remembered back when she was in Jingyun.
No matter how powerful an enemy appeared, before Master, they had always been utterly vulnerable.
To Meng Tangtang back then, Master seemed to have no limits.
"These three fellows must feel no different from those enemies who faced Master back then, right? No matter how cautious they are, no matter how highly they estimate their opponent's strength, they'll still end up being wildly wrong."
At the thought, Meng Tangtang could not help curling her lips into a smile.
Judging by how composed the three of them were, they clearly believed they stood a good chance of winning.
Naturally. How could ordinary people know the power of a divine body?
Who would have thought that the divine body, having only just advanced, already stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal realm?
Of the three across from her, one was a middle-aged man in a Daoist robe, holding a whisk.
Another carried a long saber on his back. His entire body was like a sharpened divine weapon, radiating fierce saber aura from head to toe.
The last was a black-robed figure wearing a bizarre mask. The space around his body constantly rippled and twisted, as though venomous snakes of unseen form were slithering about. His robes swelled and fell from time to time, making for a deeply unsettling sight.
"Divine Maiden, forgive our offense."
The middle-aged Daoist-robed man gave a light salutation, smiling as he abruptly swept his whisk. Ten thousand rays of light burst forth, and the soft white threads suddenly hardened like iron, gleaming with metallic luster. Like a gaping maw abruptly opening, they sought to swallow the entire heaven and earth.
Swish, swish, swish!
The burly man with the long saber lightly brushed it, and the saber strangely appeared in his