With a sharp, rapid whistling through the air drawing closer, the two human powerhouses with terrifying auras at integrated body great perfection streaked toward Wu Xuege like two dazzling meteors. In moments, they stood before her.
Wu Xuege narrowed her eyes slightly and looked closely.
One was a middle-aged man clad in golden treasure armor, which shimmered with a majestic, mysterious radiance beneath the brilliant sunlight.
The middle-aged man had an exceptionally imposing physique, like a towering mountain that radiated an overwhelming sense of pressure. His face was as resolute as iron, his features sharply defined. With his commanding bearing, he resembled a heavenly god descending in golden armor, awe-inspiring and fearsome to behold.
The other was a graceful, strikingly handsome young man. She wore a moon-white robe of soft, light fabric that fluttered in the breeze. As its sleeves billowed, an immortal air seemed to surround her, as though she were an immortal descended to the mortal world.
Her face was as fair as jade, her features exquisitely sculpted. Yet the weathered depths of her eyes revealed that she must have been an old monster who had lived through countless ages.
The moment the handsome human powerhouse saw Wu Xuege, however, she was captivated by her peerless beauty.
As one of the human race's foremost powerhouses, she had encountered countless beauties in her lifetime. Whether fresh and ethereal or coldly alluring and noble, she had seen and possessed virtually every kind.
In this lifetime alone, she had formally married no fewer than a thousand stunning female cultivators. Those who had shared a single night with her without receiving any formal status were even more numerous-far too many to count.
Even so, she was deeply captivated by the beauty of the female cultivator before her, and the thought of making