"The Golden Wind Divine King had at least five hundred years of Cultivation Level. He could ride the void and stand in the air; a hundred li was crossed in the blink of an eye."
Zhuo Qingyan stressed to them, "Consort Yu was one of the Golden Wind Divine King's Second Consorts. Now that she is dead, the Golden Wind Divine King will certainly come for revenge. If you stay here, you can only die alongside me."
Although Daoist Yansong and Gu Zhao had both displayed extraordinary strength, five hundred years of Cultivation Level was a threshold. She still did not believe they could defeat the Golden Wind Divine King.
"The Golden Wind Divine King can fly?"
"You can fly with five hundred years of Cultivation Level?"
Gu Zhao had learned another useful fact, but this was not the time to focus on it. "He left a mark on you?"
"Half a month ago, someone wreaked havoc in Golden Wind Hall, killed the Golden Wind Divine Cult's First Protector, and stole Golden Wind Hall's incense-and-faith idol. The Golden Wind Divine King descended upon Xiu Yue County to investigate and accidentally discovered me. He wanted me to become his third Divine Consort. I was no match for him and was injured by him."
Zhuo Qingyan said faintly, "Seeing that I would rather die than submit, he planted a Dharma mark on me to dispel my determination to die. He said he would return in a month to marry me. You should know what happened afterward."
"He can sense my existence and rough location through this mark. Once he gets close enough, he can follow my aura and track me here," Zhuo Qingyan said. "So no matter what, I cannot escape. You should leave quickly."
"Ah!" Xiuniang cried out, her eyes full