Ni Hao sighed quietly, "When I was still young, I always regarded her as my idol and role model. However, when I grew up, my idol rebelled and became our enemy."

"How strong is Sun Xiyue?" he asked again.

"I only know that he is very strong."

She thought slowly and said, "When she rebelled against Christianity, although it appeared that she was only at the level of true strength after the sixth level of Qi and blood, no one could clearly see her true level of strength."

"If it were the two of us, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to see each other in front of her.

Even my teacher, whose skill has reached the realm of transformation, once said that he did not want to be her enemy head-on."

"Sun Daozi, Xiyue, can actually reach such a height?"

"I don't know how tall she is either."

Ni Hao sighed again, "Perhaps the Xuanwu Taoist Supreme Prince Feng Yan, the two guardian elders of the Dingxuan sect, and the visiting director Bai Zhongcheng...

Only the countless imperial masters and elite sects who have been buried inside and outside the Cangmang Mountains can experience her terror firsthand."

Wei Tao closed his eyes, his thoughts quietly flying.

Back to that autumn night in the mountains again.

The figure in fluttering white clothes walked towards him quietly, passing over the corpses scattered on the ground.

She smiled softly, looking like a ghost.

Consuming the last bit of life that has already been exhausted.

In the end, he fell under an ordinary crossbow arrow.
Chapter completed!