The instant Fairy Yun Hua finished speaking, the formation high in the air rippled. Immediately after, another figure appeared in the sky behind Su Shi'er.
The newcomer wore azure battle armor and a silver mask, bearing the distinctive appearance unique to the people of Heavenly Capital.
"Fellow Daoist Su, we... meet again!"
As he spoke, a moon-colored flying sword before him radiated moonlight, giving off astonishing fluctuations of sword intent.
"It's you, Yin Qingxue?! No, I should call you Fellow Daoist Ye now!"
Without even turning his head, Su Shi'er spoke. That familiar aura had allowed him to swiftly determine the newcomer's identity.
It was none other than Yin Qingxue, who had crossed paths with him in the Sacred Spirit Cult years ago.
Of course, Yin Qingxue was most likely merely an alias the other party had used.
He often employed such methods himself, but they were hardly exclusive to him alone.
"I truly didn't expect the two of you to join forces!"
As he spoke, Su Shi'er urged the Sword Control Art in his hands once more. The Nirvana Sword emitted sword qi, shielding his entire body.
Fairy Yun Hua's strength had never been something to underestimate. With Yin Qingxue of Heavenly Capital added to the mix, Su Shi'er had no choice but to treat the situation with utmost caution.
Yet just as Su Shi'er's words fell—
Another violent surge of formation energy erupted within the formation.
"Hmph! Brat, you will die today!"
Another domineering voice rang out.
A towering figure, broad and powerfully built, with rough, dark skin, appeared on the other side of the formation space.
His fists were clenched tight, and an imposing, arrogant aura emanated from his body. Invisible fist intent spread outward along with his aura.
Though he merely stood suspended in the air,