The Xian Tian level Battle

Shi Mu had met this girl once before. She was the Demon Witch of Tian Yin Sect whom Shi Mu had been yearning for all these years.

This fairy-like gorgeous maiden had similarly dropped from the sky not so long ago. She had appeared before Shi Mu’s eyes like an unworldly dream once before as well.

"The mysterious Ice Ruler... It can’t be real. It must be an imitation." The complexion of the black-cloaked man changed as his eyes fell on the jade ruler in the girl’s hand. He shook his head and spoke in disbelief.

"If I’m not wrong… then you’re Zong Yuan of the Cold Moon tribe of the barbarian race," the Demon Witch looked at him, and asked with a faint smile.

"That’s right… I’m Zong Yuan. Anyways, who are you? You’re holding a fake ruler. But, you still dared to stop in front of me… to invite your death," he said in a stern voice.