The three elders in blue robes all looked shocked.
Chen Xuanzi, however, remained as calm as a cloud in a clear sky. The White Hole Dharma Aspect revolved behind him, shielding all five on his side with an air of effortless ease.
His bearing and power seemed no less formidable than the woman in black's.
Qing Lao was troubled. When had Chen Xuanzi attained such cultivation? Could this be the seventeenth level of the Pure Yang Art?
Jiang Yingshuang's gaze was cold as she looked at the young man in white. "Invincible here?"
"Then let's try again!"
You smiled faintly, Glazed Qi curling around your fingertips like a docile little snake. "Perfect. I'd like to experience the Seven Kills Sword Manual myself."
The woman in black knitted her brows. "You know of it?"
"The Mortal Dust Immortal Sect. Mount Fangcun. Little Green Peak. Jiang Yingshuang." With each phrase you spoke, her expression grew colder.
By the time you said her name, frost had gathered in her eyes. "You know too much!"
The elder from the Bliss Demon Sect had not expected Chen Xuanzi to identify the incense master's origins at a stroke.
The Mortal Dust Immortal Sect had two sect leaders, with seven incense masters beneath them and hall masters below those. All had survived the Second Nine Heavenly Tribulation.
Each of the seven incense masters, like Jiang Yingshuang, possessed strength comparable to this world's foremost cultivators.
Jiang Yingshuang drew her sword again, but this time her sword intent was utterly different.
Every trace of murderous aura vanished. Not a hint of killing intent remained.
Then the woman in black disappeared with it, as though she were no longer in this world. The surroundings fell empty and still, without a figure in sight.
Qing Lao and the others were still