"Then many thanks. I'll treat you to a meal later."
From afar, Wang Guiling politely called out to the unfamiliar Wang Yinhang. Then, with a spread of her slender jade hand, she caught Flying Star as it flew toward her.
Flying Star had not experienced such a grand occasion in far too long. It was so excited that its entire blade trembled, releasing bursts of sword cries without pause.
Only after Wang Guiling tapped its blade did it finally settle down.
Casually flourishing her sword, she gracefully curtseyed to Nangong Batian. "Brother Nangong, please enlighten me."
As the eldest legitimate daughter of the Wang Clan's "Gui" generation, she represented the Wang Clan's face whenever she went out. Naturally, she could not act as crazily as that girl Guihu. Though sometimes, she wanted to go wild herself.
At this moment, having witnessed everything that had happened earlier, the last trace of arrogance in Nangong Batian's heart had been thoroughly beaten down.
His tone carried a faint hint of ingratiation. "Miss Guiling, I fear this immortal sword, Flying Star, is not sufficiently compatible with you. Please be careful in this battle."
As he spoke, Nangong Batian raised a hand and revealed his own weapon.
It was a great halberd, crimson from end to end, radiating blazing light like the scorching sun.
At the same time, his special Battle Body—the Radiant Sun Tyrant Body—activated as well.
In an instant, his entire figure became noticeably taller and more brawny, like a sun god-general descending from the divine palace into the mortal world, exuding endless dominance and pressure.
What a fellow.
As expected of the only formidable figure among the top ten of the rankings who had not been born into a Saint Clan. Without the nurturing and guidance of a Great Luo Sacred Venerable,