Evil Dragon

"There's killing intent!"

"Conceal your aura within three breaths."

Gu Sheng's voice was low. His right hand traced an arcane trajectory through the air, and a transparent barrier, nearly invisible to the naked eye, enveloped the two of them.

"A powerful enemy is approaching. At least three Martial Ancestors."

Shadow's expression turned solemn at once, and she immediately dropped to one knee.

"This subordinate swears to protect Master with her life!"

The moment she finished speaking, spatial fluctuations came from the distant horizon.

At first, Shadow noticed nothing unusual, but as time passed, her expression gradually grew grave—there truly was a large group of powerful cultivators approaching!

Boom!

A figure tore through the air. It was Xiao Xuance, Palace Lord of the Myriad Spirits Palace.

He landed before Gu Sheng with a livid expression.

"Young Master Gu, something terrible has happened! That bastard Zhao Qianhuan broke through to the Martial Ancestor Realm and has brought two experts of the same level, along with several hundred cultivators, to attack our gates!"

Gu Sheng narrowed his eyes.

"Zhao Qianhuan?"

"The Zhao Family remnant I severely wounded with a single sword strike half a month ago, when he was at the peak of the Heavenly Martial Realm."

Xiao Xuance gritted his teeth.

"I never expected his injuries to heal completely, and for him to break through to the Martial Ancestor Realm as well!"

Deafening explosions rang out in the distance, and the entire Myriad Spirits Palace trembled. Xiao Xuance's expression darkened further.

"The sect-protecting formation won't hold much longer! Young Master Gu, I'll stay behind to hold them off. Please have Lady Shadow take you and my daughter away at once!"

Surprise appeared in Gu Sheng's eyes.

"Uncle Xiao, you won't ask me to join the battle?"

Xiao Xuance gave a bitter smile.