Killing An Upper Realm's Empyreal Monarch?

"Sigh…"

A heavy sigh resounded in the palace, causing Fairy Aila Cherryweave to become dumbfounded because she felt like this voice sounded different yet somewhat familiar. Her frightened eyes darted around, gasping with bated breath like a little puppy before her lips moved.

"Saint Mo Tian… is that you…?"

"…!?"

Davis's gaze shook.

This woman could recognize him just from a single sigh?

He was in disbelief and could only chalk it up to her abnormal senses as a cultivator. He thought he could scare her before lighting her up since that might be effective on a playful woman, but it seems like he was found out even before he made contact with her.

"This life ring is no longer bound. Force yourself out with just your body cultivation."

His voice resounded, causing Fairy Aila Cherryweave to blink before she tried to will herself out.

*Whoosh!~*