Ye Lingshuang stood amidst the radiant brilliance, her robes fluttering, exuding a beauty that was both sacred and majestic, with an unparalleled elegance.
The orange-yellow glow of dusk twisted and turned like curves in the sky, slowing down the flow of time.
"Dusk King, do you also intend to go against the tide?"
The old man from the Phoenix Race's expression was gloomy.
Ye Lingshuang looked at him calmly and said, "This is my disciple." These few words clearly stated her stance.
The old man from the Phoenix Race's gaze was cold as he warned, "I advise you not to be stubborn. Though the two of you are strong, one pair of fists can't fight four hands, and you can never withstand so many of us."
He was telling the truth.
Over thirty powerhouses flowed downstream, their momentum unstoppable; even those equally powerful would meet with regret!
"Perhaps, but even if we fall, taking two down with us shouldn't be a problem, perhaps one of them could be you."
