A mighty divine sense swept in from beyond the heavens and earth, as though even space and time would grind to a halt.
But Li Yang naturally had no intention of sparing her. That divided ray of sword light shot out to cut Chu Miao down.
Yet the divine sense pierced the arena formation and immobilized everything within.
"Heh."
A cold chuckle escaped Ancestor Canyang.
He did not draw the wooden sword on his back. He merely flicked a finger.
Clang!
A streak of Sword Qi, too fast for ordinary cultivators to perceive, swept ninety thousand miles across the sky, drawing blood from the owner of that divine sense and staining the heavens crimson.
"Spare her beneath your sword!"
The owner of that divine sense had her physical body cut down. Only her Primordial Spirit escaped, rushing toward Number One Immortal City.
"Come any closer, and you will perish completely." Ancestor Canyang's voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority.
The owner of the divine sense was a woman of peerless grace. Her Primordial Spirit stood ten thousand zhang tall; she was clearly an elder of Chu Miao's Ten Thousand Thoughts Immortal Sect.
"Chu Miao is my disciple. I knew nothing of her trip to Xuanyuan-"
"Say no more," Ancestor Canyang interrupted. "She is no three-year-old child. Cultivators must pay the price for their actions.
"I have no desire to reason with you.
"Unless this Xuanyuan disciple of mine is willing to spare her, even the Dao Alliance's leader himself cannot stop this duel to the death."
The woman of peerless grace opened her mouth, then sighed.
She had evidently heard of Li Yang's actions in the Ancient Immortal Secret Realm. No matter how many benefits she promised, someone so ruthless and extreme could never be persuaded to stop killing.
Yet,