Li Xiaoya happened to be in the middle of the righteous cultivators' procession. Directly ahead of him was a burly disciple of Folo Temple, and behind him followed Dong Santong.
This burly Folo Temple disciple was Kunwu, the one who had defeated Wang Ding. His body-tempering arts were extraordinarily accomplished, but he had lost to Dong Santong in the contest for third and fourth place in the Twelve-Sect Competition, finishing fourth.
Zhou Xiaoya had finally appeared, however. Just as expected, she was the Heavenly Spirit Church's Exemption Disciple. When she saw Li Xiaoya, she gave him a sweet, adorable smile. But before they set off, the Golden-Armored Cultivator had warned them that anyone who spoke would be disqualified, so he could only return the little cutie's smile.
Now, however, he was utterly captivated by someone else-a female cultivator, a female cultivator of the Demonic Path, a female cultivator of the Demonic Path whose ravishing beauty was unmatched beneath the heavens. She wore an outrageously daring outfit of translucent purple gauze, with gold-thread fabric wrapped around her exceptionally full breasts. Only a few thin scraps of cloth covered her hips, beneath which she wore a tiny pair of gold-thread shorts. Her glossy black hair spilled over her shoulders, and her slender waist, small enough to encircle with one hand, lay bare in all its shapely curves. Her exposed skin was whiter than snow, luminous and translucent. Her delicate feet were completely bare, with a gold-thread anklet and a little bell around her left ankle. As she stepped lightly on tiptoe over the muddy ground, her feet remained spotless, and the bell rang out in clear little chimes. Most regrettably, though, this outrageously bold female cultivator had veiled her face in purple gauze. Yet it did nothing to dim her beauty. The