"Wishful thinking."
Purple Cloud's face turned icy. A purple longsword appeared in her right hand, its color perfectly matching her name. With a flick of her wrist, the blade traced an exquisitely beautiful flourish through the air.
"At worst, we fight."
Zi Xin and Zi Lan also drew their longswords, pointing them together at the three black-robed men from the Blood Demon Sect in the sky.
"Hehe, interesting, interesting—very interesting. I do love playing with beautiful women."
One of the black-robed men held a chain. As he shook his right hand, the sickle-like blade on its end spun ceaselessly through the air, like Death's own scythe.
If one listened closely, one could even hear the blade shattering the air.
"Kill."
At once, the three women of Purple Cloud could no longer hold themselves back. Each wielding a longsword, they transformed into three streaks of light and charged into the heavens, while the three black-robed men moved in perfect tacit understanding toward the depths of the sky.
Yet, whether deliberately or not, they all avoided the Void Sea in the distance.
For a time, repeated booms rang out above the firmament, and shockwaves scattered in every direction. Though they were battling high in the sky, the ground below trembled without cease.
"What do we do now? Leave, or help them?"
Watching the fierce battle raging overhead, Dugu Feng could not make up his mind.
They had just been discussing how to kill that Flood Dragon King together, yet in the next moment they were fighting. Sure enough, plans could never keep up with changes.
"We admire you two for crossing the Void Sea, but after crossing it, how much strength do you have left?"
"Oh, right. Let me introduce myself—Wang Hong."
Wang Hong looked at Ye Lin and Dugu Feng with