The leader of the Jingjue Clan paid no attention to the noisy independent cultivators around him, his gaze fixated firmly on Zhang Xiuniang, his tone slightly mocking as he spoke:
"How so, could it be that the esteemed Three Realities and Six Sons of the Cloud River Alliance lack the courage to fight?"
Zhang Xiuniang snorted coldly, her hand forming a sword gesture, and the long sword on her back emitted a clear, ringing sound. Even without unsheathing, layers of cold sword intent already began to spread all around.
The independent cultivators near the platform felt a chill in their bodies, a compelling coldness piercing right to the heart's core. Those with slightly lower cultivation could not help but step back.
The expression on the Jingjue Clan leader's face also changed slightly, but the hesitation in his eyes was fleeting before quickly returning to calm.
