Ao Xuan ignored Jun Mochen. He had not expected Jun Mochen to take the initiative to provoke him instead.
Not only had Qin Luo arranged a sleight-of-hand swap for him, he had also been shifted far away from Heaven's Will. Of course, that distance was nothing to him; he could cross it in no time.
Yet Jun Mochen had arrived at precisely this moment, and he had brought numerous Imperial Lords with him.
One Imperial Lord aura after another descended, sweeping toward Ao Xuan from every direction.
Ao Xuan even sensed several familiar auras among them.
His eyes suddenly widened as he looked in one direction.
A bewitchingly beautiful woman grew larger and larger in his vision.
"How is that possible?!" Ao Xuan cried out, ancient memories buried beneath the dust of time awakening.
Once upon a time, the Human Race and the Dragon Clan had both ruled the Immortal Realm. The Human Race was the strongest force, with the Dragon Clan second.
As the Dragon Clan's progenitor, he had been awakened for that battle.
This woman had fought shoulder to shoulder with him. Though her combat strength had fallen short of his, her exceptional beauty and peerless talent had left Ao Xuan with some impression of her.
Moreover, she had fallen after that battle.
Yet now she stood alive before him. How could that not shock him?
Too much time had passed—so much time that he could barely remember what that battle had been fought for.
He could not help pausing before roaring at the woman, "Why are you still alive?"
She did not respond, only charged forward relentlessly and launched an attack at him.
Ao Xuan carefully sensed her aura and finally confirmed one thing: this woman was, in a sense, dead. She had been refined into a