"I know you as well—the Saintess of Liuli Sacred Land. Rumor has it that you were born with the Ice-Snow Divine Body, but I am no weaker."
"This time, I have come only to repay a debt of gratitude. I hope you will not stand in my way. Otherwise..."
Wang Cang raised the great blade in his hand and spoke softly to Yun Zhilan, the threat in his tone nearly laid bare.
"Otherwise what? I have been invincible since I first entered the world. I also broke through to the seventh level of Golden Immortal not long ago, and was just worrying over the lack of an opponent."
"Well, hasn't one been delivered to me now?"
"The First Prince is truly ruthless. You are so loyal to him, yet he sold you without a second thought—sold you along with all these subordinates. I find it hardly worth it for you all."
Yun Zhilan spoke with feigned sympathy.
Yet her words had no effect whatsoever. Wang Cang's expression remained incomparably cold as he simply carried his blade and walked toward Yun Zhilan step by step.
With every step he took, the aura around him rose another level.
"I do not wish to fight you. Move aside now, and I can pretend you were never here."
Wang Cang spoke again. From beginning to end, his target had been that Flying Boat—the noble figure standing upon it.
"You want me to leave? Then I refuse to leave."
"By my judgment, among the seventh-level Golden Immortals, there is only you."
"So how about a battle in the heavens? As long as I am here, you cannot possibly succeed."
"If you wish to strike at him, then kill me first."
Yun Zhilan raised an eyebrow at Wang Cang in the distance, a trace of mockery