As the voice rang out, the woman who had shown no sign of life suddenly opened her eyes, then sprang from the white jade bed and charged straight at Feng He.
Feng He had no time to react. Or perhaps he had been so astonished by Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly's sudden resurrection that he had lost focus for a moment.
With a scream, Feng He was blasted backward.
Clutching his chest with one hand, Feng He landed and cried out, his face filled with terror, "Madwoman!"
After shouting this, he dared not linger and immediately turned to flee.
"What?" Everyone present was stunned.
They had examined her just now and detected not the slightest trace of life in Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly. How had she suddenly come alive?
An old relic from ten thousand years ago had come back to life right before their eyes. It was utterly shocking.
Even more shocking than when they had first met Feng He.
"What is there to fear? She's only one person," Pang Ji said coldly.
Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly's face was frosty. She swept a glance over Pang Ji and said flatly, "A junior from the Demon Hall? Hmph, has your Old Demon emerged?"
"Old Demon?" Pang Ji was slightly taken aback.
"Looks like he's still holed up somewhere." Seeing Pang Ji's expression, Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly knew the First Hall Master had yet to emerge. She continued coldly, "Do you want to die?"
After glancing at Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly, Huo Lian turned and left.
"Huo Lian?" Pang Ji had never expected Huo Lian to be so timid. He had simply left?
As far as he was concerned, so what if she was Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly?
With so many people on their side, could they possibly fear her alone?
What was so frightening about the Old