Zhao Xiaoyu who stood in mid-air and swayed along the wind was bathed in a pale holy glow. Unlike the moon, she was not reflecting the brightness of the sun. She was emanating the glow from within, just like the stars.
A white mark with the shape of lotus flower appeared between her brows, and her body that was clothed in holy glow fell and rose in the wind. It was hard to gauge her actual location.
The Empress stood on a broad piece of lotus leaf, and her gaze was bursting with divine lights as she sized up Zhao Xiaoyu.
The move earlier was indeed a great skill that needed no work. Most cultivators that had not attained the state of Huandan would not be able to dodge away from it.
Faced with such strong power, the troops of the army in Shendu City was but a joke. When cultivators had transcended worldliness and attained holiness, mere numbers could not eliminate them.