"Shameless devil."
Behind her veil, Yaoyue's gaze was as cold as icicles.
Had it been anyone else, never mind teasing her aloud-even daring to look at her with the slightest lust in their eyes would, at best, have earned them gouged-out eyes and a crippled cultivation. At worst, they would have been thrown straight into the Union Tower's Black Prison to become human breeding stock, harvested day and night.
But now-
Her divine sense swept over the six demon banners roiling with killing intent, particularly the pressure of a supreme-grade demonic treasure emanating from the Di Jiang Banner. Then she sensed the vast, blazing fluctuations of magic power within Qing Chen, surpassing even the Penglai True Lord's...
Dread filled her heart.
Body and Dharma dual cultivation, formidable divine sense, savage demonic treasures... this man had actually come this far!
Why did it feel as though, in just seven or eight years, he had grown considerably stronger than his performance in the Recording Stone Yinji had brought back from the Nascent Soul Ceremony?
Could he possess a Heaven-Clear-Grade Spirit Body unknown to others? No, even a Heaven-Clear spirit body should not have been this absurd.
Could it be one of those even more terrifying spirit-body constitutions of legend?
As thoughts raced through her mind, Yaoyue ultimately only uttered a cold curse. In the end, she did not dare attack.
Then she lightly raised her fair hand. A strand of moonlight wrapped around Yinji, who was still trembling with fright, and drew her through the air back onto the flagship. "Stand down already! You're making a spectacle of yourself."
Yinji's face paled. She dared not say more, and her legs were a little weak when she landed.
The might of wind and thunder in Qing Chen's furious strike just now had almost