Jiang Xuejun had always been known for her brisk, decisive manner and her hatred of evil, striking terror into the demons at the mere mention of her name.
The Emei Sect had likewise always been in the vanguard of sweeping away demons.
Neither side had imagined that they would meet here today under such circumstances.
Jiang Xuejun's signature technique was Soundless Divine Thunder, but she had sent all of it westward, with most exploding above Shanxi and Shaanxi. What she had hurled toward Liaodong and Hebei was Mystic-Yin Divine Thunder. After Shi Feiyang's zither music intercepted it, it burst into great masses of white cold flames and icy radiance, mingled with green Mystic-Yin baleful fire, releasing black mist that blotted out the sky.
Golden Cicada and the others flew over the mountains around Zhangjiakou, charging straight toward the Altar shrouded in black smoke. Never in their wildest dreams had they expected to encounter Jiang Xuejun like this.
Some of the Emei Sect's younger disciples even addressed Jiang Xuejun as "Aunt."
Jiang Xuejun faltered for an instant, but soon her embarrassment turned to anger. The Heavenly Lust Cult Master's will seized control again, and she shouted fiercely, "What are you doing here? That sinful dragon is the root of all evil! If the Emei Sect is still an orthodox sect of the Mystic Sect, turn your immortal swords around at once and join me in slaying him!"
There really were people in the Emei Sect who wanted to slay the sinful dragon. Some had even lost their masters to Shi Feiyang and his disciples; to say they hated him enough to grind their teeth was no exaggeration.
But the policy laid down by Qi Shouming and Li Yingqiong was to ease relations with Shi Feiyang and form an alliance to resist