Jiang Lingxu stood tall, though he was not especially large. His long black hair gleamed, unbound into a topknot and merely tied with a black cloth band as it fell down his back.
He wore a white robe, its sleeves billowing in the wind. Barefoot, he floated through the air not far from the great flying ship. This man was Purple Armor Hall's foremost expert and the current Alliance Leader of the Myriad Dharma Alliance—a villainous overlord of the unorthodox path who commanded the Qi Soul Sect, Ghost Cry Sect, Curse Sword Sect, and a host of other demons and monsters. Yet this peerless fiend, outstanding even among the Nine Evils of Longevity, did not carry the slightest trace of baleful aura.
His features were exceptionally handsome. His eyes were long and narrow, his thin lips pressed together. His complexion was fair, yet it did not seem unhealthy in the least; instead, it almost gave the illusion that he was glowing.
"Jiang Lingxu."
Fourth Prince Yao Xi's heart abruptly tightened. This was an encirclement and extermination. He had not expected that the moment the four Fire-Thunder Golden-Winged Warships entered Bone Path territory, before they had even reached White Bone Ridge, they would be trapped by a great formation.
"Could something have happened to Situ Haoxing and Duke Lu?"
The Fourth Prince forcibly suppressed his anxiety. He had originally held great confidence in Situ Haoxing and Duke Lu, Hou Yewen. Both were among the foremost experts of the imperial court, their temperament, wisdom, and methods all standing at the pinnacle of the realm. Even if they encountered a Manifestation Realm expert, the two of them together would still have a way to contend with them.
"Your Highness need not worry. Situ Haoxing and the others do have some skill. They managed