Under the sunlight, the fine sword in Ji Mingkong's hands shimmered with an eerie glow, clearly not an ordinary treasure.
At the very least, it was probably an Immortal-grade Treasure, and it might have special effects.
Ji Mingkong's pupils slightly contracted within her beautiful eyes, but then she smiled again, "Now, saying anything is meaningless. This palace only wanted to seek justice for the Sect Master of the Sword King Sect, but you were obstinate and would not listen. I am not in the wrong; you are!"
"Seek justice?"
Ling Xiao really wanted to laugh.
He feared that even Ji Mingkong herself would not believe such a thing.
"I've seen the shameless, but someone as shameless as you is indeed rare."
Ling Xiao's expression turned cold, and the light from the Purple Lightning Sword in his hand grew more and more intense.
"Let's begin. With someone like you, there's no point in talking anymore."