After a few brief words of negotiation came boundless murderous intent.
Within that murderous intent lay endless sorrow, as though no one in this world wished to see this scene. Yet they had no choice but to do this.
The woman in the white dress gazed deeply at the White-Clad One, her eyes filled with apology.
The White-Clad One was always so lonely. So many people stood beside him, yet he seemed unable to find a place where he belonged in this world.
He was clearly within the Nine Heavens, yet he seemed more like someone drifting beyond them.
Even facing dozens of Difficult Realm experts, the White-Clad One remained utterly calm.
Yet, for some reason, the scheme in his heart weighed so heavily...
The Difficult Realm cultivators turned their gazes toward Shi Jiuxuan, waiting for her response. After gazing deeply at the White-Clad One, Shi Jiuxuan slowly turned away...
The sword in one Difficult Realm expert's hand became a streak of cold light, like a bright moon falling, and slashed straight toward the White-Clad One.
That cold light passed through the White-Clad One's body and struck the Forbidden Lands, unleashing an earth-shaking crash as mountains and earth collapsed. Dust billowed across the sky, like a great cataclysm.
Shi Jiuxuan closed her eyes in anguish and stood frozen in the air, trembling all over.
But when the dust cleared...
The White-Clad One was still standing there, his spotless white robe dancing in the wind, his white hair spilling over his shoulders.
He had not died beneath that Difficult Realm sword strike. He had not even been injured...
He stood there like an ordinary mortal, his expression calm and somewhat forlorn.
Everyone stood rooted to the spot, staring in terror at the unharmed White-Clad One. He had said he possessed no