Su Yueli's voice was not loud; it could even be described as cold and clear.
Yet, bolstered by the pure physical force field, it rang out as though it had exploded beside the ears of all one hundred thousand cultivators at once.
She had no need to explain.
This mask was her parents' invitation.
Old grudges and fresh hatred converged completely atop Azure Cloud Mountain today.
Just as the entire venue fell deathly silent and Lu Feiyu's Dao heart was being frantically torn apart.
"Demoness! You still dare to show yourself?!"
A roar brimming with savage killing intent, so fierce it shook streaks of white scars into the void itself, suddenly exploded from a platform beside the Golden Throne Hall.
Boom!
A terrifying spiritual pressure descended upon the main plaza like an invisible mountain, instantly crushing many low-ranking congratulatory guests until they spat blood on the spot.
An old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a grayish-blue Daoist robe, stepped forward with bloodshot eyes.
As he stared at Su Yueli's figure, his gaze seemed eager to tear her into pieces alive.
This man was Zhao Chengfeng, the Grand Elder of the Azure Cloud Sect.
And he had another identity—the personal master of Jiang Ran, the genius disciple who had been thoroughly physically sent to the afterlife by Su Yueli's single punch at the Cultivators' Tournament in the Imperial City years ago!
Jiang Ran had originally been his heir to the mantle, an unparalleled prodigy Zhao Chengfeng had intended to use as the successor to the position of Grand Elder.
But at that Cultivators' Tournament a hundred years ago, Jiang Ran had been killed.
He had searched for the murderer all these years!
Now that the chief culprit had climbed the mountain of her own accord, how could he