Charm of the Empress

Perhaps the silver-haired and golden-horned senior disciple would gain a new nickname from today onward—"Ancestor Wenxin".

However, he still hadn't realized it himself. Anyhow, he was beside himself with rage, and the bones inside his body all started to glow with a silver radiance. He was going to go all out and suppress this audacious woman. "Seeing that you're a woman, I had already given you some slack. Yet, you still dared to provoke me!"

Empress Luan Xing rose nine meters into the air before pointing down at the senior disciple. Her expression was one of complete and utter contempt.

It was as if she were saying, "I disdain you!"

The spectating disciples were all enchanted by her prowess. The more proud and haughty she acted, the more they became attracted to her. In fact, they felt an urge to throw themselves at her feet and do anything that she pleased.