Battle of the Two Transmigrators

Xiao Meng first put on a thoroughly bewildered look, then snapped, "How the hell would I know who she is? If you're asking me, who am I supposed to ask?"

Yun Shan froze. His face darkened in an instant, as ugly as if he had eaten a dead rat. He had been played.

Nalan Yanran, sitting cross-legged on the ground, froze too. She had not expected such a sudden reversal from Xiao Meng, and it caught her off guard.

Xiao Meng curled his lip at Yun Shan's reaction. Keep my word to someone like Yun Shan? What the hell, had I lost my mind? Besides, this bastard made me spend the last two years worrying and living on a knife's edge. If I don't get a little payback now, when will I?

Yun Shan stared Xiao Meng down. Meanwhile, the whole of Misty Cloud Mountain began to tremble softly, the shaking growing faster. Black light flared around them, and strange runes spread across the ground.

Xiao Meng remained unmoved. He knew Yun Shan meant to seal off Misty Cloud Mountain, denying him any chance to flee if he lost and keeping him trapped here. He also knew that fighting here meant surrendering both the advantage of terrain and the support of allies from the start.

But he was not afraid.

Demonic mist spread. Eighty-one formation flags floated faintly within it, making Xiao Meng's pupils contract. Each flag, its color different from the others, was a formidable magical treasure. The energy rolling off them sent a chill through his heart.

Soon, the eighty-one flags formed an impregnable formation. The next moment, the demonic mist withdrew and the flags vanished into the void. Peace returned to the summit of the Misty Cloud Sect, as though nothing had happened.

But Xiao Meng knew