Far from the Forsaken Mainland, in the Cultivator Land, to be precise, a girl wearing bright red clothes fiercely fought with her kind.
"Yunyao, is this all you're capable of? Show me more of what you've got, and I'll dodge then defeat you!" Meng Yu shouted, looking tired with a lot of sweat dripping down both sides of her forehead.
"Empress, your skill and strength have exceeded what I expected. Even if I were to compare you to the past, I would choose the current Empress, and I believe the Empress' abilities will far surpass your former abilities. Now, I will fight as an opponent worthy of the Empress. Accept my attack!"
Yunyao swung the sword made of her Phoenix feather, and a violent arc was created, forming a scythe that glowed blue with a sharpness surpassing the point of a needle.
Meng Yu raised the corners of her lips, seeming to belittle Yunyao's abilities, "This little attack can't hurt me!"
