"Should we send people to seal off the surrounding area, so she cannot escape when the time comes?" the elder asked tentatively.
"No need. Suppressing her will only take a wave of my hand; why would I need anyone else?" Huang Xuequan said calmly.
"I want to see what she intends to do."
On the arena, Lu Zhi'an looked at Wu Zhaodi, his eyes filled with hatred.
If one looked closely, one would find a trace of fear within that hatred.
He had entered the Tianluan Immortal Palace decades ago. Gifted beyond measure, he had always performed outstandingly.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he worked, he could never surpass Wu Zhaodi.
In every disciple tournament, he had always been the perennial runner-up.
She was like a mountain fallen from the heavens, crushing him until he could barely breathe.
During the year Wu Zhaodi had been absent, he had finally enjoyed the glory of first place.
"Have you come back to court death?" Lu Zhi'an asked.
"Not bad. You've grown up, at least enough to know how to put on airs," Wu Zhaodi said.
"Are you afraid to fight me?"
"Do you believe that, with a single command from me, the elders will swarm over and capture you?" Lu Zhi'an said.
"But I haven't done that, because I want to defeat you once."
"Fine, I'll give you a chance." Wu Zhaodi beckoned to him.
Lu Zhi'an let out a long howl. Amidst the sharp Spear Intent, he spread his hands, and a white current of air formed into a pillar that surged out from between them.
Then the white pillar dispersed, revealing a long spear in his hand.
Lu Zhi'an stepped forward, leveled the spear tip at Wu Zhaodi, and thrust straight at her.
"You're not good enough." Wu Zhaodi shook