The Girl in Purple, the Sacred Fist Shakes the Heavens

Everyone burst out laughing. No matter the occasion, it was impossible to stay gloomy when the Black Emperor was around.

Ye Fan shot the Big Black Dog a fierce glare, then rose and set off with the Purple Mansion Saintess.

The others accompanied them for several miles before stopping. Only Fairy Zixia continued alongside Ye Fan, looking as though she meant to escort him all the way home.

"Fairy, there's no need. You should head back."

Ye Fan knew this was a trap, and he did not want Fairy Zixia caught in the killing. He shook his head and spoke with genuine concern.

"That's right, Purple Mansion Saintess. Why wade into this mess?"

"You may be in the Four Extremes Secret Realm, but you're alone."

A band of mounted warriors charged in from afar, kicking up dust. Every rider sat astride a rare Qilin Beast, and every one of them was a cultivator of the Four Extremes Secret Realm. Their masked leader was stronger still.

"And if I do wade in, what will you do about it?" Zixia's voice was rich and pleasing, with a trace of command beneath it.

She had risen by suppressing the Purple Mansion Saint Son and was poised to become the next mistress of a Sacred Land. Naturally, she feared no threats and made her own choices.

She stood on the plain, tall and slender, her hair stirring softly. Light shone from between her brows, sending a violet glow through the mist—a Dao mark.

With every movement, she seemed able to command the Great Dao. Her peerless bearing was one with it, and even before more than a dozen Four Extremes cultivators, she remained utterly calm.

"What tremendous power of the Great Dao!" The mounted warriors' faces changed.

Those in the Four Extremes Secret Realm