“Decide my life and death as you please. Do you think you’re invincible now? Pfft—”
Ying Tianxian said a couple of pompous lines to save face and engaged Gray Doudou, only to be kicked flying by a single blow.
If he hadn’t been wearing full immortal armor, that kick would have taken off half his life.
What force was that!
Ying Tianxian stared in disbelief.
That attack’s power was absurd—stronger than anything he’d ever felt, even when he wielded an immortal weapon.
Gray Doudou wasn’t one for talk.
Faced with Ying Tianxian’s endless questioning of “Who are you,” she gave no answer and kept silent as she pressed the assault.
Watching the two immortals—Ying Tianxian and Gray Doudou—Yun Mengmeng once again confirmed that her semi-immortal cultivation, impressive inside a secret realm, simply wouldn’t cut it out in the open.
It was understandable she could act mighty here, but out there...
That an immortal like Ying Tianxian showed up was a coincidence.
That Gray Doudou had appeared too, however, could hardly be called coincidence.
It only showed how crowded the outside world was with immortals.
Even the residual spirit of the Sword Tower Supreme felt foolish for having stayed behind to guard the Sword Tower.
How could the Sword Tower possibly be protected from so many immortals?