Shadow Empress, Queen of flexible weapons

When the six great system-allocated sects and Ming Cult were ready to jump at each other's throats, a lady who dressed in the uniform of Ming Cult members calmly arrived next to Yin Tianzheng. 

"This humble junior is Phantasmal Shadow. Greetings, Senior Eagle King. I am willing to fight in your place for this battle."

The woman's voice was neither arrogant nor humble, and it was clear as well as powerful. 

The expressions of Happy, Momo, and Ancient Wind changed again. 

Ancient Wind, who had mocked her from the bottom of his heart just then, did not think the same anymore. When he heard her announce her name, he was full of shock. 'It's her. The second ranked player on the Phoenix Rank, Phantasmal Shadow.'

"You are?"

White-browed Eagle King had been cut at the chest, but he did not want to deal with his wound. With an awe-inspiring gaze, he stared at the petite and young Phantasmal Shadow with hesitation.