"Wubo, what is going on?"
The woman withdrew both hands and clasped them behind her back, staring at Hong Wubo as she asked.
As for the others, she naturally thought nothing of them.
They were merely a bunch in the Divine Lord Realm. What waves could they possibly stir up?
"Grand Elder, don't blame the young master. It was my own uselessness..."
"The young master..."
Bound by the master-servant rules, Hong Wubo naturally had to defend He Pingsheng at this moment.
And she defended him from the bottom of her heart.
This angered the woman opposite her so much that her face turned pale.
"It was you?" She glared viciously at He Pingsheng, then shifted her gaze from him to Wei Zhiyi and the other two.
The three trembled with fear, not knowing what to say.
"Um... Senior..." After a while, Wei Zhiyi said, "This is all a misunderstanding... we..."
"We actually..."
"Hmph..." The woman snorted coldly. "Don't even think of running. Just wait. All of you are going to die!"
Wei Zhiyi's face went white on the spot.
The other two also trembled with fear.
The woman's gaze returned to He Pingsheng. "You have some ability, stripping away my Divine Slave Mark from ten thousand li away."
"Tell me, how did you do it?"
He Pingsheng's cultivation did not intimidate her, but his means of stripping away someone else's Divine Slave Mark truly shocked her somewhat.
"Why should I tell you?" He Pingsheng sneered.
"Oh?" The expressions on the woman's face were quite a sight. "A mere Divine Lord Realm cultivator dares speak to me like that?"
"I admit you do have some ability. You blocked my strike with a sixth-grade Divine Artifact just now!"
"But that was only because you relied on the power of your Divine Artifact!"