Even if those who had never seen Feng Jiu, they had heard of her formidable reputation. They knew she possessed a face that could topple cities and favored crimson robes!
Yet now, seeing Feng Jiu suddenly appear here, they were utterly bewildered.
"Feng... Feng Jiu? Impossible!"
How many years had it been since Feng Jiu ascended? How could she still be here? Could this be an imposter?
Yet, the moment this thought arose, their faces drained of colour, turning ashen. For with each step she took through the air, an aura and pressure hundreds of times more formidable than their own closed in. Before her, these mighty sovereigns found even breathing difficult.
"Perhaps you're unaware," Feng Jiu's voice carried with deliberate slowness, yet it carried an icy chill and palpable intent to kill.
