If it weren't for seeing it with their own eyes, no one would believe that someone dared to threaten a monarch in his royal palace.
Against all odds, the very anger which should have rendered the sovereign incoherent only left his face red and veins on his forehead ready to burst.
Surprisingly, he did not utter a word!
Humph!
From deep within the palace, a cold snort suddenly emerged, "Can the head of the Immortals fly around recklessly? This old man has long admired the 'Lone City Sword, Beyond Heaven Immortal'. Now, as an Immortal is here, I am a bit intrigued, shall we spar?"
An icy woman laughed coldly, "Spar? You're not worthy! I don't spar with people, I only kill them!"
"Such arrogance!" From deep within the palace emerged an indignant, aged voice.
Next, a gust of wind abruptly swept into the room, targeting the woman standing there.
Wind is formless, but this gust gave a sensation—as if it were a sharp sword!
Carrying an extraordinarily potent killing intent!
