A searing crack appeared in the sky. A ravishing, mature lady emerged from billowing golden clouds. She was dressed in a fluttering, long skirt embroidered with 360 days of constellation patterns. Her hair resembled a golden waterfall, and her body was cloaked in a faint purple mist. It was as if sunset and twilight were in harmony on her impeccable face. She had a divine and lofty air.0

She stared at Zu An coldly, looking as if she would tear him into pieces.0

Emperor Jun nodded. “All right, I’ll hand him to you.” He then charged at Xingtian, hoping to use this opportunity to end the latter sooner.0

Alarmed, the Goddess of Wu Mountain telepathically urged the Kaiming Six Shamans to aid Xingtian. 0

Two intense...0