"You want to kill my disciple?"
Upon hearing this straightforward question, Dao Xing Venerable, who was taken aback by his Immortal Sword being shattered, suddenly changed color, feeling enveloped by an icy killing intent from head to toe.
At that moment, he felt a chill run down his spine, alarm bells ringing in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted his Primordial Spirit to emerge and flee far away.
However, in the end, he restrained the impulse to flee, forced down the fear in his heart, and turned his head with somewhat stiff movements towards the direction of the voice, his gaze sharply narrowing as he did so.
He saw a rainbow of Seven-colored Clouds approaching from the East, with rays of light supporting a fragrant carriage from afar, wafting an exotic fragrance pungent even at a distance.
The carriage was surrounded by colorful curtains, and under the sunlight, the silhouette of a woman could faintly be seen reflected on them.
Golden Spirit Saint Mother!
