Chapter 588: Taibai Resists the Dao Ancestor, Yunxiao Wields the Qingping

The atmosphere in Xuandu Cheng was somewhat oppressive.

Outside the grand array, the Xuandu Great Mage and Kong Xuan stood together, firmly holding back the invading extraterrestrial demons who were launching another assault.

Within and around Xuandu Cheng, pairs of eyes and streams of immortal senses were fixed intently on the vortex at the city's center.

The Daoist experts who had been secretly positioned in various corners of Xuandu Cheng felt an unprecedented tension; even Yuding Zhenren, known for his composure, and Taiyi Zhenren, with his cleverness and boldness, instinctively held their breath and focused completely.

In the Chaos Sea, immortals like Yunxiao and Qiongxiao, hidden away, had already detected the aura of Kun Peng but could not pinpoint his exact location.

This primordial beast, even in his haste, remained incredibly cunning.

“Did it come?”

In less than half an hour, Quan Tong asked this question for the twelfth time through divine sense.

“Not yet, probably another quarter of an hour,” Li Changshou replied via divine sense. “Your Majesty, there's no need to be so tense. This is essentially an ambush for Kun Peng. All this elaborate planning is just to lure him out.”

“I understand that, but it still feels... incredibly novel.”

Quan Tong paused, his brows furrowing slightly as he closed his eyes to sense the surroundings, murmuring, “Strange, why is the Heavenly Way suddenly so unsettled?”

“It’s here.”

Li Changshou’s spirit sharpened, and he immediately transmitted messages through divine sense to all positions. Quan Tong glanced stealthily in response.

The Daoist experts hidden in the city stirred their magical powers, preparing for a sudden strike.

In the vortex at the center of Xuandu Cheng, a faint golden light quietly emerged, as if something was surging within.

The power of the Heavenly Way thickened, forming a barrier-like veil.

But that golden orb effortlessly pierced through the barrier with a subtle, faint sound, appearing abruptly inside Xuandu Cheng.

Inside and outside the city, silence fell. The great powers of the primordial world and the Chaos demons waiting for the purple aura tensed up, as did the sixteen or seventeen Daoist experts lying in wait to slay Kun Peng.

Look at that orb!

Its hazy golden glow signified merit and enlightenment, with a wisp of purple aura swirling inside, embodying the will of heaven, earth, and all beings, concealing the profound mysteries of the Dao, laws, and nature.

In an instant, dozens of great powers and demons hidden in the Chaos Sea charged toward the grand array of Xuandu Cheng.

Dozens of great paths—some complete, some fragmented, some ancient, some sinister—unfurled with various hues at the edge of heaven and earth, at the brink of the Chaos Sea, surging toward Xuandu Cheng.

Dozens of gazes locked fiercely on that golden orb.

Some old Daoists shouted, “Forgive the intrusion!”

Some demons roared, “Get out of the way!”

Figures of dignified immortals had their hair and beards flying wildly, exuding an aura of unyielding authority. Dozens of great paths roared and clashed, nearly collapsing Xuandu Cheng’s composite array in an instant.

This array, built with vast treasures to withstand the extraterrestrial demons, now seemed as fragile as paper.

Even on the city walls, hundreds of divine soldiers were scattered, with nearly half directly dispersed...

Such were the great powers overshadowed by the six saints of the primordial world!

Such was the peril of the primordial world that Li Changshou had read about in the Degxian Sect archives since his youth!

The Xuandu Great Mage and Kong Xuan, engaged in battle with the extraterrestrial demons, feigned shock—this scenario was well within their expectations and had been simulated with Li Changshou over a dozen times.

In fact, each of Li Changshou’s simulations had anticipated even more experts appearing here.

Clearly, this was not the worst-case scenario they had foreseen.

The Xuandu Great Mage declared loudly, “Xuandu Cheng is a vital place—trespassers will face the consequences!”

But those dozens of figures pressed on undeterred, rushing from all directions to the array’s edge. Several old Daoists even waved their sleeves, sweeping away hordes of extraterrestrial demons.

Right then!

The extraterrestrial demons erupted into chaos. Several massive, eerie shadows that had previously appeared at Xuandu Cheng materialized again outside the city, exerting immense pressure.

The Xuandu Great Mage gritted his teeth and scolded the primordial experts, “Don’t let greed cloud your judgment!”

Yet, he charged straight into the Chaos Sea, the Taiji Diagram above his head and the Qiankun Ruler in his hand, confronting those innate gods and demons.

Priorities had to be weighed—he was tasked with guarding Xuandu Cheng and could not allow the innate gods to cause trouble amid the disorder.

That wisp of Hongmeng Ziqi shot upward in Xuandu Cheng, rushing from the inner side toward the array wall at the city top, as if trying to escape completely from the primordial world and dissipate into the Chaos.

It was making a getaway!

Kong Xuan, who had been at the Xuandu Great Mage’s side, suddenly turned and dashed into Xuandu Cheng, her hand radiating five-colored divine light as she reached for the Hongmeng Ziqi.

But the moment Kong Xuan turned, over a dozen streams of light burst from behind her, hurtling toward her slender back—each one powerful enough to shatter the ancient Buzhou Mountain.

Even with her extraordinary abilities, Kong Xuan had to veer aside to evade the assault.

Dozens of great paths crushed forward, shattering Xuandu Cheng’s composite array in an instant...

The Hongmeng Ziqi was now less than ten li from this group of experts!

“How did it arrive early?”

Li Changshou frowned and murmured to himself. In his arrangements, this level of discrepancy was a significant error.

The stone he had transformed into shifted slightly, his immortal sense expanding fully to detect Kun Peng’s trace.

No matter how fiercely these heavyweights fought, he would not reveal himself unless Kun Peng appeared.

Today was just a trap, and that Hongmeng Ziqi was crafted by him and several human emperors, perfectly mimicking the form of the Hongmeng Ziqi they had once received.

They drew from the waters of the Heavenly River, gathered the essence of the stars, infused massive amounts of merit, and used ancient treasures to blend in a primordial aura, creating this counterfeit wisp.

Even the emperors, with their high Dao realms, had been involved, and the result was nearly indistinguishable from the real thing.

It’s here—this time, it’s truly here!

Several of those dozens of great powers had already reached the city walls, with the foremost ones guarding against each other while also watching for betrayal from their so-called allies.

Zhenyuanzi, the ancestor of earth immortals, who had arrived near Xuandu Cheng at some point, had his hair and beard fluttering, his sleeves billowing as if a whole world was about to emerge from them, ready to suppress the crowd of experts.

The ancient demon general of Demon Ancestor Luohou, clad in black armor, wielded a long blade and wore a golden serpent helmet, surrounded by rolling black mist—he was a grim reaper from antiquity, an unvanished soul.

The cold-faced female immortal was a great power from ancient times who had briefly appeared and then vanished without a trace; now, sword energies swirled around her, her Dao rhythm incredibly sharp, her strength rivaling Zhenyuanzi’s.

In the primordial world, there were no stories of them, only traces of their Dao!

There was also the old hag who deliberately made her face grotesquely ugly, the elderly man holding a damaged pagoda, the scholarly youth with an iron pen in hand, and...

Behind these dozens of figures, near where the Xuandu Great Mage battled those innate gods and demons, a massive shadowy beast loomed, completely enveloping Xuandu Cheng—its form too vast to discern.

Kun Peng had appeared!

Several of the hidden Daoist experts nearly acted on impulse, but were held back by the immortals beside them.

Yet, in that single breath, in that instant, the situation in Xuandu Cheng shifted dramatically, and so did Li Changshou’s thoughts.

Something’s wrong—this doesn’t feel right!

Li Changshou’s mind jolted, his tightly strung heartstring nearly snapping.

The Hongmeng Ziqi had arrived, so why hadn’t Zhao Gongming, Jinling Shengmu, and Wudang Shengmu emerged from the vortex?

If anything unusual happened, Zhao Gongming would crush a jade talisman to warn them, and even if a saint blocked them, the three together could still send a distress signal.

In a flash, countless thoughts raced through Li Changshou’s mind.

At that very moment, the Hongmeng Ziqi seemed to have a will of its own. Sensing that its path was completely blocked, it suddenly turned and retreated swiftly toward the side.

Those dozens of primordial experts nearly threw out their backs from the sudden change, temporarily suppressing the impending conflict as they chased after the Hongmeng Ziqi with full force.

The great battle would erupt fully only when someone neared the Hongmeng Ziqi.

All who had survived in the primordial world to this day were no fools. Faced with what might be the last chance for sainthood, each was prepared to risk their lives!

Kong Xuan flew swiftly alongside the experts, pretending to vie for the Hongmeng Ziqi while actually staying on the periphery to control the situation.

The Xuandu Great Mage, with the Taiji Diagram in hand, was locked in combat with several innate gods and demons, deliberately drawing the fight away from Xuandu Cheng and positioning himself to block Kun Peng’s path at a critical moment.

Those innate gods and demons felt aggrieved;

As creatures of the Chaos Sea, they had no use for Hongmeng Ziqi. Today, they were merely driven by Kun Peng to distract the cultivators, only to be brutally beaten by the Xuandu Great Mage.

Now, they couldn’t retreat, or they’d be devoured...

Because dozens of great powers in Xuandu Cheng had simultaneously revealed their great paths, the extraterrestrial demons couldn’t approach at all.

The mere aftershocks from the clashing, turbulent Dao principles were enough to shatter them completely.

Yet, even with dozens of experts at this level pursuing that golden orb, they couldn’t catch up...

‘What’s going on?’

Li Changshou’s Dao heart trembled repeatedly, his empty and clear Dao heart stirring with waves, the stone he had transformed into quivering lightly.

This wasn’t right. Even with the human emperors’ high Dao realms, they couldn’t create a Hongmeng Ziqi that could toy with so many great powers.

In his plan, this part was supposed to be handled by Zhao Gongming’s Dinghai Divine Pearls to temporarily suppress it...

Where had things gone wrong?

He had spent twenty years setting this up, eliminating all uncontrollable factors from Kun Peng, and now every link was perfectly executed—only the final act remained, waiting for Kun Peng to strike, then Xuandu Cheng could activate its massive arrays, and the ambushed experts could swarm in, with Tongtian Jiaozhu backing them up...

Had that 0.2% chance really occurred?

That Hongmeng Ziqi...

Li Changshou ‘looked up’ and saw the golden orb flicker gently, effortlessly passing through the layers of space from among a dozen grasping hands, reappearing hundreds of zhang away.

If this wasn’t the fake one he made;

If this was the real eighth or ninth wisp,

Then only the Dao Ancestor or the Heavenly Way could have released it!

No, only the Dao Ancestor.

The eighth Hongmeng Ziqi was divided by the Dao Ancestor back then; if a ninth truly existed, it would surely be in the Dao Ancestor’s grasp.

Why would the Dao Ancestor do this?

Was the fake Hongmeng Ziqi not enough to deceive Kun Peng, or was there some other scheme?

Streams of light flashed through Li Changshou’s mind—all the possibilities he had considered over the past twenty years, options linking together, forward-simulating and reverse-tracing!

Could it be that the Dao Ancestor already knew he had detected anomalies in the Heavenly Way?

In the darkness, Li Changshou waved his left hand, and those countless lights vanished. He set aside his entire plan to capture Kun Peng and focused on two isolated options.

First, this Hongmeng Ziqi was the Dao Ancestor’s way of scheming against the primordial experts, luring the demons hidden in the Chaos Sea to appear and exterminating them in one go.

Second, this Hongmeng Ziqi was specifically for him, using this opportunity to make him grasp the chance for sainthood.

If it was the first, it didn’t conflict with his plan to capture Kun Peng.

If it was the second...

Should he take it or not, claim this Hongmeng Ziqi or leave it?

Li Changshou ‘narrowed his eyes’ at the flickering golden orb, its shadow imprinting mysteriously in his heart.

In the darkness, it was as if the imposing figure of the seated old Daoist appeared, his eyes slightly open, gazing at him peacefully, waiting for his choice.

Li Changshou harbored no arrogance or presumption.

But if this thing was indeed coming for him, he didn’t want to take it.

The eighth or ninth wisp of Hongmeng Ziqi might grant sainthood, but it would only elevate a Three-Corpse Severer to the half-saint realm.

The cost was being bound by this wisp of Hongmeng Ziqi, forever locked within the Heavenly Way, becoming a small cornerstone of it!

His Dao realm could advance no further, and he would be constrained by the Heavenly Way.

If what appeared today was the rumored complete ninth Hongmeng Ziqi, and the Dao Ancestor intended it for him, Li Changshou would not hesitate.

But this wasn’t.

This was just one-ninth of a complete Hongmeng Ziqi, yet it carried the same drawbacks.

At best, half-sainthood—what of transcendence then?

The worst part was, if the Hongjun Dao Ancestor offered this wisp, refusing it would reveal his hidden agenda and wariness toward the Heavenly Way.

Hesitation leads to chaos.

If the second assumption was true, he absolutely could not take it!

And he had to quickly devise a way to have it both ways, find the steadiest path, and navigate this crisis!

This might even be a test from Hongjun Dao Ancestor...

Had all his schemes since his master’s death been in the Dao Ancestor’s sight?

What to do?

If this was indeed the worst scenario, how to break free?

With the Investiture of the Gods imminent, the dawn of his escape from this primordial quagmire was already in sight...

“Changgeng! Changgeng!”

A voice called from the stone beside him, “This is the real thing—the Dao Ancestor released the ninth wisp; it truly exists!”

Li Changshou sighed inwardly. With the Jade Emperor’s reminder, he had no more room to delay.

The Dao Ancestor was watching.

After years of plotting and layouts, even he was now forced to play it by ear, step by step.

So be it.

Li Changshou suddenly rose, dispelling his transformation technique, illusion spell, and return-to-origin art. With white hair and white brows, he stood in a corner of Xuandu Cheng, his Dao robe fluttering slightly as the city’s wild winds tousled his long hair.

A flash of aqua-blue light forcefully inserted itself among the dozens of great paths here!

The Equilibrium Great Path!

In that same instant, the Hongmeng Ziqi, which had been evading the other experts, trembled violently and shot straight toward Li Changshou!

It was as he thought!

Exactly as he thought!

Li Changshou’s Dao heart convulsed.

Compared to the Dao Ancestor, he was still far too inexperienced.

This was true strategy, true scheming!

A wisp of Hongmeng Ziqi, using the real to counterfeit, placed him in opposition to all great powers and deeply bound him to the Heavenly Way, locking down the greatest variable in the world!

So much for treating outsiders equally, for the tremors of the great path and true spirits being a creation...

What empty words!

Ah, that Lang Senior had truly led him astray.

Though Li Changshou’s thoughts were complex, his expression shifted swiftly from shock to excitement as he cried out,

“Is this the real Hongmeng Ziqi?!”

Before the words faded, he flew toward the Hongmeng Ziqi.

Kong Xuan immediately warned from the side, “Changgeng, be careful!”

Her five-colored divine light enveloped Li Changshou for protection.

But as soon as the light shone, over a dozen streams of light smashed toward him—blades, treasures, divine arts, even yuan-shen projections.

Eight-Nine Arcane Art!

Li Changshou shouted lowly, his Dao robe swelling as golden light surged around him, directly withstanding the attacks and sending his body flying backward.

He secretly used the force to retreat, emerging unscathed like a mountain or rock; blood vapor rose from his head like smoke, and thunderous winds echoed within him.

The golden orb flashed again, continuing to chase Li Changshou.

The great powers’ eyes widened, each filled with unwillingness.

The treasure they had fought desperately for was flying toward this upstart!

Where was the justice?

In an instant, they all struck out, streams of light bombarding Li Changshou. He summoned the Xuanhuang Pagoda above his head, urgently calling to it in his heart.

Hold back!

Hurry and hold back!

Though the pagoda spirit didn’t understand, it complied, humming comfortably in Li Changshou’s mind and carrying him back amid the storm of attacks.

As Li Changshou flew backward, flashes of insight crossed his mind, his taut heartstring playing a tune like a general’s command.

Got it!

Kun Peng!

Li Changshou’s immortal sense searched frantically, locking onto Kun Peng’s shadowy form darting swiftly through the Chaos Sea!

In his heart, a bold plan took shape.

This time, he had no choice but to take the risk—the success rate was only about eighty percent—but if it worked, he could kill multiple birds with one stone!

The Xuanhuang Pagoda was knocked away again from his head. Li Changshou raised his hand toward the golden orb, but before he could use any divine art, layers of wrinkles appeared in the space, completely isolating him from the Hongmeng Ziqi.

Li Changshou suddenly turned, ‘glaring angrily’ at the primordial experts blocking him, a trace of blood seeping from his lips.

A few old Daoists showed hesitation.

As he flew backward, Li Changshou shouted,

“Fellow seniors, please help me seize the Ziqi! We can deal with Kun Peng later! If I obtain it, there will be great rewards!

Prioritize your own safety and mainly disrupt the other Dao friends!”

In an instant, six auras appeared in Xuandu Cheng: Yuding Zhenren, Taiyi Zhenren, Huanglong Zhenren from Chanism, and Guiling Shengmu, Yuyuan from Jiejiao, along with Bai Ze from Renism, manifesting in six positions!

They unleashed their divine arts in unison, striving to entangle the primordial experts.

Kong Xuan now understood the situation had changed; this Hongmeng Ziqi seemed to be the real deal and was fixated on Li Changshou.

Without hesitation, she exploded her five-colored divine light, instantly sealing one expert and stripping treasures from two great masters.

Li Changshou’s pressure eased dramatically. Xuandu Cheng erupted in boundless storms, pillars of light nearly piercing the Chaos Sea, the tremors of the great paths felt throughout the primordial world.

Yet, over a dozen primordial experts still pursued the Hongmeng Ziqi relentlessly, preventing Li Changshou from merging with it.

In a corner of Xuandu Cheng, Quan Tong rose tall, clad in battle armor and gripping a divine sword, roaring,

“Are you all declaring war on the Heavenly Court?”

Heavenly might surged, suppressing all directions!

Just then, from the vortex at Xuandu Cheng’s entrance, a beam of golden light shot out...

The fake Hongmeng Ziqi had just arrived!

The Daoists in the city were stunned. Some great powers quickly grasped the cause and effect, cursing, “The Heavenly Court set this trap for Kun Peng and lured us in too!”

“Where did this real Ziqi come from?”

“This Ziqi is mine! Heavenly Way saint, immortal and indestructible!”

The situation grew even more tense as the great powers held nothing back, making Li Changshou the common target!

Though protected by the Xuanhuang Pagoda and the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, Li Changshou only suffered light injuries from the qi and blood shock, but he was sent flying repeatedly, looking utterly disheveled.

It wasn’t just the flying; the experts used every means to sever his connection with the Hongmeng Ziqi.

They sealed space, distorted the void, and even tried to knock the orb away.

Li Changshou showed urgency, his immortal sense detecting that dark shadow stealthily approaching the city, about to strike...

The moment had come!

Li Changshou swiftly formed seals with his hands, his eyes glowing aqua-blue as he shouted,

“Five elements return to yin and yang!

I command the heavens and earth!

As the law decrees!”

Throughout Xuandu Cheng, the power of the five elements surged explosively, and space within a thousand li suddenly stagnated!

The Five Elements Yin-Yang Grand Array, prepared for Kun Peng, along with over a dozen auxiliary arrays, was activated early by Li Changshou!

The effect was quite impressive.

The great powers’ figures sank simultaneously, suppressed by the array for a moment, and the attacks on Li Changshou ceased completely.

Li Changshou’s eyes brightened with joy as he reached out to grasp the orb flying toward him.

From the vortex at Xuandu Cheng’s entrance, three streams of light burst out—Zhao Gongming, Jinling, and Wudang in pursuit.

Suddenly, Zhao Gongming sensed a divine message in his heart, looked up, and his pupils shrank.

Hmm—

With a low, resonant roar from the depths of the Chaos Sea, that instant stretched endlessly...

Zhao Gongming saw:

Atop Xuandu Cheng’s walls, the boundless, endless Chaos Sea like a dim sky; Li Changshou with the Xuanhuang Pagoda overhead, his left hand outstretched toward the shining golden orb...

A second golden orb speeding toward the Chaos Sea...

The power of the five elements erupting, with no sign of Kun Peng yet, but their long-prepared arrays already in use...

Behind Li Changshou, a sky-covering black shadow appeared eerily, its enormous body revealing only a massive dark head, jaws wide like an abyss!

Demon Master Kun Peng!

Though so vast, its speed was incredibly swift.

Li Changshou’s pupils contracted sharply, twisting his head abruptly—his left hand just three zhang from the golden orb.

The abyss rushed at him, about to swallow both Li Changshou and the golden orb!

Compared to that maw, Li Changshou’s body was minuscule as dust, the space in chaos—even his strongest escape art couldn’t dodge it.

He spun around suddenly, leaving the Hongmeng Ziqi aside, gripping the God-Slaying Spear in his right hand, aqua-blue flames surging around him, his tattered Dao robe torn by his bulging muscles, his silver-white hair strikingly vivid!

Heavenly Court’s civil official, Li Changgeng!

He thrust the spear forward, facing death without retreat!

The massive jaws clamped shut, emitting a whale-like roar unique to the Chaos Sea, biting off half of Xuandu Cheng!

“You beast, how dare you!”

A great path trembled suddenly, and a blurred figure appeared at the Chaos Sea’s edge.

Why blurred? Because this figure had moved too fast, its Dao principles unmanifest.

He held the Qingping Sword, about to strike downward, but a golden light flashed before him as a figure stepped out of the void, as if waiting or arriving just in time.

The zhang-six golden body of Western Zhunti!

“Where are you going, fellow Daoist?”

“Get out of my way!”

Behind Tongtian Jiaozhu, four immortal swords appeared, and the sheath of the Qingping Sword flew directly into the Chaos Sea. The five swords rang out in unison!

Zhunti frowned, about to say something diplomatic.

Tongtian Jiaozhu’s face was ice-cold as he waved his sleeve, and the Immortal-Slaying, God-Slaying, Executioner, and Trapping swords all gleamed. Zhunti’s golden body vanished mysteriously.

An ancient array diagram floated beneath Tongtian Jiaozhu’s feet—it was the Zhuxian Sword Array.

But as Tongtian Jiaozhu was about to strike down at the retreating Kun Peng, a divine light flashed ahead, and Jiyin Daoist sat on the clouds, blocking his path.

“Fellow Daoist, could you return my junior brother?”

Tongtian Jiaozhu laughed in anger: “Do you really want Li Changgeng dead? Do you think my senior brother has a good temper?”

Jiyin Daoist furrowed his brow: “What are you talking about, fellow Daoist? I’m not aware of this—could you just return my junior brother?”

“If you want to fight, then fight—stop with the nonsense! Otherwise, I’ll slay the sixth saint today!”

The Qingping Sword in Tongtian Jiaozhu’s hand turned into streams of light and dissipated, the four Zhuxian swords hovering vertically around him, the array diagram trembling lightly as if a saint struggled within.

Jiyin Daoist smiled bitterly, the Jiyin Banner emerging behind him.

Tongtian Jiaozhu smirked coldly, no longer as urgent.

The two saints’ figures vanished in a flash, the Chaos Sea quaking as the primordial world lit up with colorful lights—two ferocious great paths colliding head-on.

Back at Xuandu Cheng,

Streams of light pounced on Kun Peng, with experts unleashing all their techniques, yet still unable to halt his retreat.

In a flash, a green divine thunder tore through the thick Chaos aura, striking Kun Peng’s back and splattering blood.

It was the Qingping Sword sheath, embedding deeply into Kun Peng and spreading net-like green light, binding him tightly.

At the same time, the Qingping Sword, which had vanished from Tongtian Jiaozhu’s hand, transformed into another green lightning bolt, landing in the grasp of a white shadow...

Yunxiao tightly gripped the Qingping Sword, its light reflecting her exquisite face—cold as ice, her beautiful eyes burning with unsuppressable fury.

Kun Peng...

Kun Peng!

Whoosh—

The sheath as the guide, the sword forging ahead, her forward speed increased by sixty percent!

At the same time!

The Taiji Diagram swept across the Chaos Sea, suppressing toward Kun Peng, the Xuandu Great Mage’s long hair flying, his eyes rarely showing ferocity.

The five-colored divine light condensed into a five-colored divine phoenix, instantly growing to a hundred li, crashing down on Kun Peng’s head!

Zhenyuanzi’s sleeves expanded massively, releasing chains that instantly wrapped around Kun Peng’s head, the old Daoist’s eyes full of hatred.

“Changgeng!”

Zhao Gongming roared in rage, about to charge forward to attack Kun Peng, but the divine message he had just received unraveled in his heart, turning into Li Changshou’s voice:

Old brother, I’m fine—it’s all within my calculations. There were unforeseen changes, so I had to adapt on the spot.

Quan Zhu Yunxiao and my senior brothers—don’t let them get hurt, and don’t spread this news to anyone else.

“This...”

Zhao Gongming glanced at the fairy charging toward Kun Peng with her sword, sensing an anger from his sister like never before, and the intense killing intent from this immortal who had been like family since antiquity. His throat tightened repeatedly.

How could he dare to advise her?