"Bait? A scheme? Whatever you think it is, so be it."
"Let the grievances of old be settled once and for all today..."
Leng Yan's expression did not change. She knew they had misunderstood, but she did not care in the slightest and had no intention of explaining.
She spoke indifferently. As she spoke, True Yuan circulated through her body in a full cycle, and waves of terrifying chill radiated from her.
In an instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted.
The icy aura swirled through the air, transforming into countless frosty mists that swept toward Elder Ku Rong and the others.
Within the dense chill, an ice-blue flying sword slowly condensed into form.
Its bone-chilling sword intent pointed straight at the three within the formation.
"This formation is formidable. Combined with Leng Yan's cultivation and strength, everyone must be careful."
Feeling the threat posed by the formation and the flying sword, Elder Ku Rong's expression grew increasingly grave.
He continued speaking, hastily warning Hou Sihai and the two Fire Flood Dragon demonic beasts beside him.
But no sooner had his words fallen than the formation's ripples began to circulate around them.
The next moment, the scene before the two men and two beasts changed drastically. The formation separated the four of them.
Without a sound, Leng Yan controlled the formation and seized the chance to strike again and again, launching powerful attacks at the two men and two beasts from the shadows.
"Three Martial Sisters, the two demonic beasts and the two Nascent Soul cultivators have already been trapped by Senior Leng."
"Now, it is time for us to make our move."
"However, aside from that half-step fourth-level Fire Flood Dragon, there are at least twelve Golden Pill Cultivators from the Great Zhao Dynasty and Demon Shadow Palace on Fire Dragon