When Xuanchenzi's gaze retracted from the high skies, she found that both "Wu Ciren" and "Jia Ming" had disappeared without a trace.
She let out a cold laugh, and the next moment, holding a sword, her figure flashed and appeared above the clouds.
Xuanchenzi's Divine Consciousness was always locked onto these two heavenly-level Confucianists, her figure swift as light and fast as lightning.
The reason she was feared by all heavenly-level cultivators in the world today was because of her unrivaled Shensu.
As long as she had her eyes on a target, no one could escape from the strikes of her thunder blade and electric sword.
However, just a moment later, Xuanchenzi's expression subtly changed.
It was because she noticed that although the speeds of these two heavenly-level cultivators were not very fast, the distance between them was increasing.
"Yi?"
Xuanchenzi's pupils constricted as she looked toward the one who called himself Wu Ciren, a serene and refined Confucianist.
