As a half-demon, Wen Li, having such a past, how could she not know that lasting peace is merely an illusion?
"Then... her." Li Zhibai looked towards the Inner Realm.
At this moment in the Inner Realm, the sword in Wen Li's hand emitted an unimaginable brilliance. The suspended clouds had long disappeared without a trace, and the noble Sword Intent and golden light dissipated at this moment, countless golden lights scattered across the sky, as if stars were raining down.
Thousands of Sword Qi surrounded her, illuminating Wen Li as if she were an Immortal.
Facing the god-like Wen Li, 'Zhu Tongjun's' eyes were somewhat fervent, even though her Glazed Golden Body was already riddled with holes, there was still an indomitable fighting spirit in her eyes.
"Tsk." Outside, Zhu Pingniang embarrassedly covered her face.
Despite having reached the Taixu Realm herself, in essence... when it comes to a real fight, she was still that crazy girl, lacking the elegance that most women possess.
