In the arena, several figures took action, not allowing the commencement of a holy war. Around them, supreme Dao intertwined, forming a Dao Domain that turned the Ten Thousand Skills into void, suppressing the chaotic time and space.
Neither time nor fate could approach.
"Taoist Friend, please take a seat, the feast has not yet begun," a majestic being standing within the fog calmly spoke.
The Void Emperor looked over, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Before setting out, whether it was a saint or Cangqing, both cautioned repeatedly for her to be careful. The Sea of Realms is vast, and even setting aside the Nether Sea factor, Four Demons level experts could appear at this feast.
"You, very good, stronger than the previous trash, qualified to fight me," the Void Emperor said with appreciation in her eyes.
Somewhere nearby, several True Saints looked stupefied. Who exactly was this?
Was this not recognizing the one who just spoke, or simply audacity bolstered by high skills?
