As that voice rang out, Li Qiushui heard a chorus of screams outside the secret chamber, and a figure rushed toward her.
"Who dares ruin my plans!"
Li Qiushui turned and struck with her palm.
Lin Lang dodged sideways, then abruptly took another step back.
"White Rainbow Palm Power bends and straightens at will, its force shifting unpredictably. It really is hard to defend against."
Li Qiushui stared at Lin Lang in astonishment. She had never expected anyone to evade White Rainbow Palm Power so easily on their first encounter with it, much less reveal its essence outright.
There seemed to be a shadow of Wuyazi in his youth about this man-the same handsome looks, the same easy grace.
No, he had more confidence and a steadier bearing than Wuyazi had possessed in his youth.
So young, yet so powerful. Coupled with what she had just heard, it brought one person to mind.
"You're the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult? To think you really are this young!"
She had heard that the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult was barely into his twenties, with martial talent Unparalleled Throughout History. She had once scoffed at that, refusing to believe anyone could be more gifted than the members of their Xiaoyao Sect.
But now it seemed that his talent was unquestionably above hers, and probably no less than that of their master, Xiaoyaozi.
Not far away, Murong Fu looked utterly shocked when he saw Lin Lang's face. "Lin Lang, you're the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult?!"
Wasn't Lin Lang the Commander of the Jinyiwei in Great Ming? How could he be the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult?
Could the Sun Moon Demon Cult really be a Jianghu force backed by the