Above, Zhao Xuankong stood upon the void, his brows tightly furrowed.
He turned to Mo Bufan and True Lord Cangming beside him, transmitting his voice in a grave tone. "Cangming, you may act, but this woman's origins are strange. You must not kill her outright. Suppress her first; once she calms down, we can try to persuade her."
Mo Bufan stroked his beard and nodded faintly. "Indeed. The strength of her flesh and Qi and Blood is something this old man has never seen in all his life. We should not forcibly blast her to death. If reconciliation is possible, it is better to reconcile."
A trace of viciousness and unwillingness flashed through True Lord Cangming's eyes.
Yet beneath Zhao Xuankong's gaze, he could only grit his teeth and lower his head. "Fine! We shall do as you two say! We'll suppress this woman first!"
Cangming had long since lost any path of retreat. So long as he could stop this monster and preserve the Azure Moon Sect, he could no longer concern himself with anything else.
At the center of the three immense waves of pressure, Su Yueli remained standing tall and straight.
She swept her gaze around her, looking at the three Fourteenth Realm experts surrounding her on all sides, and a mocking curve slowly rose on her lips.
"One against three?"
Su Yueli flexed her knuckles, their crisp cracks ringing clearly amid the pressure that filled the sky. "So this is all the courage your Immortal Realm's Fourteenth Realm cultivators have? If you want to fight, then fight. Why all this nonsense?"
Before her words had even faded, her fist had already arrived!
Boom!
The air beneath Su Yueli's feet instantly collapsed. Her entire body transformed into an elusive crimson bolt of lightning and shot straight toward