"Heh heh... General Jinghong, what bold words."
"You're all alone. You have no grand army to back you up. How dare you invite us to our deaths?"
"Hee hee ha ha... Death is imminent, yet you remain oblivious."
"Little girl, you're a far cry from your father, Xiao Fengchun."
The moment Xiao Jinghong finished speaking, several strange, sharp voices echoed from deep within the forest.
They mocked her for overestimating her own strength.
It was likely the three Upper Three Grades Realm experts on their side that gave them such confidence.
"Even if your father, Xiao Fengchun, were here, we would still cut him down—"
"Kill!"
As Elder Demon Jia spoke, he plucked three strings, as if to bolster the morale of his fellow Evil Demons.
The music began.
Three wisps of wind stirred.
Like blades, they shot across fifty zhang in an instant, slicing straight for Xiao Jinghong.
Xiao Jinghong's cold gaze, however, remained unchanged. With a flick of her slender hand...
SHIIING—
