Su Yueli's right hand clenched tightly around Little Black's blade within her sleeve.
But the restraint forged through nearly two hundred years of hardship soon forced her breathing steady again.
She suppressed the Ultimate Dao Qi and Blood within her body back into its depths, without letting the slightest trace leak out.
This group from the Azure Cloud Sect possessed exceedingly formidable auras.
Those younger disciples had cultivation levels comparable to Lie Yangfeng's, all around the Third and Fourth Realms.
The gaunt old man seated at the very front carried not a hint of Spiritual Power fluctuation. If not for seeing him with one's own eyes, sweeping him with divine sense would be like scanning a patch of emptiness.
Very powerful.
With her current strength, she could handle one or two Third Realm cultivators. But against this entire group, along with that terrifying old monster whose depths she could not fathom, there was truly only one road left: death.
For a moment, the helplessness of watching her parents be slaughtered by cultivators all those years ago, and Shen Qing'an dying in despair within that ruined temple, surged back into her heart like a rising tide.
"Still not strong enough... I have to become stronger!" Su Yueli gritted her teeth and buried the killing intent in her eyes completely within the darkness.
At this moment, cultivators from several sects had already begun conversing across the balconies of the VIP rooms, clearly not caring in the slightest if others overheard them.
The red-bearded elder of the Red Sun Sect burst into laughter, his voice rolling like thunder. "Old Monster Han, your Azure Cloud Sect is not exactly close to this place. Yet you personally led the group here today. It seems you are determined to claim the finale treasure this time."
Elder