There was not a single wasted word.
Before anyone could react, the white-robed figure had torn through the sky and appeared out of thin air before the Little Heavenly General.
Wind and fire roared like the wrath of heaven and earth.
Crimson and azure torrents of flame erupted from that slender body, instantly setting half the sky ablaze.
Jiang Yuechu's robes billowed, azure and crimson intertwining in her eyes.
The Purple-Gold Spear in her hand thrust forward with savage force, carrying the murderous aura of armies slaughtering one another.
Two supreme-tier spirit arts poured forth without restraint, almost making heaven and earth change color.
Above the clouds, amid the treasure ships.
Everyone stared blankly at the scene.
Whether they were generals of the Cloud-Dream Palace or elders of the Nine Great Dao Sects.
Almost no one could have imagined that, under these circumstances, someone would actually dare to launch a sudden attack.
And her target was none other than the Cloud-Dream Palace's Little Heavenly General, who stood in the half-step Painting Realm and proclaimed himself invincible.
Gales rampaged.
While everyone was still in a daze.
The Little Heavenly General, engulfed by the wind and fire filling the sky, reacted instantly.
He was a peerless prodigy whom the Cloud Dream Main Palace had poured its entire resources into cultivating.
From the moment he emerged into the world, he had displayed earth-shaking talent, winning the admiration of countless demons and making countless cultivators quake at the mere mention of him.
Here within the Immortal-God Cave Abode, where no Painting Realm cultivators existed.
No person, no living creature.
Should have, or deserved to have, any thought of defying him.
"Hah!"
With his lips tightly shut, the Little Heavenly General let out a low, cold grunt from his throat.
The lofty indifference in his