Though Qing Yanjing was sexy and enchanting, with the gale stirred up by heaven and earth energy making her long dress flutter and fully displaying her exquisite, curvaceous figure, no one dared harbor the slightest disrespectful thought toward her.
They did not dare!
At that moment, Qing Yanjing was the very embodiment of absolute power. Everyone was cautious and deferential, praying for her forgiveness and mercy.
Except for a certain rebellious disciple who had defied his master.
Meng Chen felt his blood surging, as though he were about to get a nosebleed.
Mo Tianxing's eyes widened, the color draining from his face.
Even Earth Demon Old Ghost's skull-like face was left with nothing but terror.
They could only feel that Qing Yanjing's aura was vast and unfathomable. How could she be merely one level stronger than a Dou Zong?
Before Qing Yanjing, the Dou Zong cultivation they had been so proud of was like a firefly before the bright moon—dim and insignificant.
Battle Venerable.
She had to be a Battle Venerable!
"H-how is this possible?" Mo Tianxing's voice was full of bitterness. "How could Divine Court have a Battle Venerable..."
No, brother, if you had a Battle Venerable, you should have said so sooner!
I was actually just here to visit Chen City.
But it was too late to say anything now. They could only rein in their claws and bare their throats like fish on a chopping board, praying for the butcher's mercy.
Xuan Qiu could not accept it.
No, he had been in seclusion for all these years. What exactly had happened to this world?
It would have been one thing if his Sky Serpent Mansion had been infiltrated until it was riddled with holes, but the crucial point was that he had spent a hundred years in