The old Daoist turned to look, his eyes instantly widening. A woman in white stood there with an indifferent expression, nothing but endless mockery in her eyes, her posture casual and her hands held before her.
He had never met this woman face-to-face, but he still recognized her.
Her reputation was simply too resounding.
Bai Xuanling-the woman known throughout Central Province as the living King of Hell.
Unwilling to believe it, the old Daoist probed with his divine sense, only to perceive a stretch of nothingness.
Having never faced a powerhouse at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, the old Daoist had no idea whether this nothingness befitted someone of that realm.
"Still using illusions?!" The old Daoist narrowed his eyes, looking utterly unconvinced, though his body had already stiffened slightly.
It was not that he disbelieved it entirely. After all, someone at the Golden Core Stage who could forcibly drag him, a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator, into an illusion was certainly not someone an ordinary sect could nurture, even with the aid of a Dharma Treasure.
With a treasured disciple like this, it would have been strange if no one had followed her into danger.
But... everyone knew Bai Xuanling had only one disciple.
The old Daoist hesitated briefly, still finding it rather absurd. If Bai Xuanling's temperament was anything like the rumors, she would most likely have simply clubbed him without warning rather than putting on airs.
The Bagua beneath his feet instantly expanded. His expression serious, the old Daoist summoned a peachwood sword, and lightning began flashing within the Bagua formation.
Lightning art-Cloud Severing!
A lightning dragon rose straight from the Bagua formation and charged toward Bai Xuanling in midair.
"Heh..." Bai Xuanling gave a disdainful laugh and reached out to lightly point at the soaring lightning dragon. There