The man and woman had barely finished speaking when a deep, powerful voice came from every direction—
"You two couldn't even capture Chen Fangqing. How do you expect to carry out your orders? Even with a wisp of the Sword Ancestor's Primordial Spirit bolstering you, forget the Lu Clan—you can't even handle Chen Fangqing!"
"Who's there!?"
Their faces changed abruptly, and every hair on their bodies stood on end.
Before the words had faded, two gusts swept in. In the blink of an eye, they became two masses of pitch-black wind, wrapping around the man and woman separately before seeping through their pores!
A breath later, the winds died. The man and woman reappeared, but their expressions and bearing were utterly different from before.
Crack!
The man squeezed his right hand, and his fist burst apart. He shook his head. "As expected of seeds from Beyond the Mundane. Their foundations are hollow. Even with the Sword Ancestor's true intent bolstering them, they can scarcely bear my Magic Power." As he spoke, he flicked his mangled hand, scattering blood. Points of light rose from it and formed a magnificent, stately black robe around him.
His face immediately took on an air of majesty and authority. The wound on his hand healed rapidly, while cracks rang out all through his body!
Beside him, the woman's clothes transformed. Colored clouds draped her shoulders, and the train of her skirt streamed with the wind for a hundred miles. She nodded gently. "Imperial Lord, everything has two sides. Now the inside and outside have traded places, root and branch are reversed, and master and servant have exchanged roles. Much is not as we would wish. That is precisely why we have had to intervene. The power of Heaven and Earth is temporarily suppressed. Though we