"Greetings, Heavenly Emperor."
Kong Xuan's voice, somewhat cold, drifted over from ahead.
"May I ask where is the Heavenly Emperor headed?"
Li Ping'an smiled awkwardly: "Just a quasi-Heavenly Emperor. If the Daoist friend doesn't know my destination, why block us here?"
Kong Xuan's expression turned a bit stern.
At Li Ping'an's side, Lady Ba held a spear in her hand, and flames formed a waist ring that spread upward and downward from her waist, transforming into close-fitting orange-red armor, her long hair shaking like flames, akin to a fire deity descending upon the world.
The situation was on the verge of eruption.
Guilingling already had her right hand gripping a shield, prepared to counter Kong Xuan's Five-Colored Divine Light.
Li Ping'an was quite eager to test his skills—now he was capable of fighting much more than an average Golden Immortal.
Though Kong Xuan was also not comparable to an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal.
