"Continue. Let me see what other tricks you have," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Everyone says your talent is unmatched.
Now it seems you merely have the help of the Nine Nether Hell King."
"You think you understand everything, don't you?" Shangguan Wan'er sneered.
"In some matters, you are nothing more than a lost traveler wandering through the fog."
"It is not your place to lecture me," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
Overlord Shadow in his hand was already radiating endless blade intent.
On Shangguan Wan'er's side, her pitch-black sword intent stretched across heaven and earth.
In truth, her Nightfall Three Worlds still had one final move.
Unfortunately, the Nine Nether Hell King would not cooperate, leaving her unable to unleash it.
The aura of death in Shangguan Wan'er's hand began to spread. Of course, this was not the only move she knew.
Even without the Nine Nether Hell King's help, she still believed she could defeat Xu Zimo.
Just as the two were gathering their strength.
A light laugh suddenly drifted over from the distant horizon.
"This is quite lively. You all certainly have time on your hands."
Everyone looked up.
When they saw who had arrived, their gazes all sharpened.
A golden sun exploded in the void.
The three members of the Sun Palace walked through the air from afar.
Murong Qing led the three, for as the Sun Palace's Holy Maiden, her status among the younger generation was among the highest.
"Young Master Xu, we meet again."
Murong Qing said with a smile.
She wore a long golden robe that concealed her graceful figure completely.
At some point, her long hair had also turned golden.
It gleamed brilliantly, giving her the style of the Western Regions instead.
"The Sun Palace has arrived at just the