The six people raised their heads, their eyes full of fear, and their faces looked even paler under the firelight.

Yue Qingqing's expression was cold, and the long whip formed by the fire lotus seemed to surround her body like a spiritual being. Her fair skin was stained with a layer of golden red, and there seemed to be a hazy glow flowing around her.

At this time, everyone had forgotten that her level was only the ninth level of Emperor Xuan. Her aura, which far exceeded the ninth level of Emperor Xuan, made them so frightened that they could not even breathe.

The way the moon gently shines in their eyes turns what was once an ant into an insurmountable mountain. Even when they look up, they can't see the top.

"Everyone, I am only the ninth level Xuan Emperor! You are the masters of the emperor level."

The moonlight was faintly broken.

Doudou is anxious, and the Shangguan clan is anxious.

Shouldn't we take advantage of the other party's inner demons to kill them?

Why should we help them get rid of their inner demons?

Isn't this causing trouble for yourself?

Only Duanmu Chen understands that his young son's blood cannot be vomited in vain, and the whetstone is useless before it even starts to be sharpened. How is this possible?

Those who were trapped in inner demons were awakened by what Yue Qingqing said.

Yes, she is only the ninth level of the Xuan Emperor. Are they emperors, or six emperors? Could it be that together they can't deal with a ninth level of the Xuan Emperor?

As for the man with her...

They looked around, looking at the people restricted by the golden light, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

It must be a bit overwhelming for a man to deal with so many masters.

Otherwise, how could we miss seven of them?

Just such a ninth-level Xuan Emperor can deal with an Emperor Master, which makes him laugh.

Thinking of this, several people looked at each other to communicate with each other, and the anxiety in their hearts gradually weakened.

The long sword, which was as heavy as a thousand catties, regained its lightness and was lifted easily by them. The tip of the sword pointed at Yue Qingqing again.

"That's right!" Yue murmured softly, and her figure suddenly became erratic, like leaves swept down by the autumn wind, without any pattern at all.

She easily got close to an Emperor Master, who reacted quickly and subconsciously turned around and struck a palm.

Yue Qingqing didn't make any moves. With the artifact fragments in hand, she didn't need to be inevitable at all.

The palm of his right hand was attached to the artifact fragments and turned into a dazzling golden color, which unfortunately collided with the opponent's attack.

"Bang!" A loud noise sounded.

The rest of them had their hands folded across their chests, as if they had nothing to do, and looked mockingly at a battle that was not on the same level at all.

However, until the flying dust settled, the thin figure was not seen flying out.

When all the dust dispersed, the onlookers were shocked.

Yue Qingqing, a ninth-level Xuan Emperor, never retreated, not even half a step.

The third-level master of Emperor Zun she was trying to beat had his mouth wide open and his eyes staring out.

"Go!" Yue pointed her finger lightly at his shoulder, and black energy spread out from her fingertips.

The person who was opposing her fell backwards when the mysterious force blew her away, and her eyes filled with shock gradually lost their look.

What on earth happened?

The remaining Emperor Masters froze on the spot again, the scene before them completely beyond their understanding.

But soon, they realized that this was not just a matter of transcending cognition.
Chapter completed!