A Few Minutes Ago…
"This aura…?"
Zhao Tianxuan's brow furrowed. He had been sitting in quiet observation, watching Su Xiaobai and Yue Xi's battle, when a strange disturbance rippled through the air.
An ominous sensation crept up his spine.
Then—a distress signal.
It was from Xu Tianran, who had left earlier to capture Liu Chenfu.
Zhao Tianxuan's expression darkened. Without hesitation, he waved his hand, sending three Peak Lords, including Zhu Qing, to investigate.
One minute later—another distress signal.
Frustration flickered across Zhao Tianxuan's face.
"Again?"
Something wasn't right.
Without another word, Zhao Tianxuan left himself.
What he found sent a chill through him.
A dozen sect elders, including the Peak Lords he had sent, were locked in combat—against a group of foreign women draped in flowing ribbons, their movements like shifting phantasms, unpredictable and swift.
Zhu Qing's pupils shrank.
"Who the hell are they?!"
And beyond them—
