Blood Phoenix Shrilling In Peach Mountain (I)

It was dusk in the Divine Hall of Judgment. Ye Hongyu stared at Xiong Chumo, the Hierarch, while her right hand raised from the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade, as if it was a small boat setting sail from a port in the south. There came Ye Hongyu's words. "Bring it on."

Her pretty face showed nothing but fearlessness. She had always been confident, resolute, and calm even if she was confronted with a desperate fight.

The Hierarch, Zhao Nanhai, and the middle-aged priest stood in three different positions inside the hall. They stared at her silently. Being the most powerful team in Taoism, they should never have doubts in themselves. Even if confronting Yu Lian, they should have been confident enough to win. However, they were still on alert in front of Ye Hongyu.