At this mont, Yandevere was rushing at her greatest speed to Middle Lily City. By the ti she reached the vicinity of the city, she was just in ti to witness the influx of disciples. Since she hadn’t received a list due to her seal being destroyed by Dyon, she had the sa worry that Madeleine’s enemies saw as a strength. She thought Madeleine had begun expelling disciples at random.
She had taken the female disciple’s spatial ring in hopes she could find the list within, but it seed that the Golden Crow Sect was smarter than to give out sothing so important in physical form. All she found were a group of treasures that couldn’t enter her eyes.
“Halt! Who are you!”
The guards scattered around Middle Lily City imdiately spotted Yandevere and stopped her. Obviously, they couldn’t allow anyone to enter right now. Or else their tight seal on information would be nothing but a dream. Their question was just a pretense. There were only two outcos: either Yandevere was an ally, or she would be captured and chained until this ordeal was over.
Yandevere frowned. “Check your lists. Don’t stop . I’m doing sothing important.”
She attempted to briskly walk by, but the guards stopped her one more, lecherous smiles on their smug faces.
“I’m sorry, Lady Yandevere. But, we’re going to need to see your seal… Just to make sure.”
Suddenly, Yandevere understood. The seals were always placed on one’s most intimate areas so that they could remain hidden. These bastards were practically asking her to strip just so they could satisfy their debased desires.
They already knew that Yandevere was traitor to her Sect and a pawn of the Golden Crow Sect, so why not take advantage? Wasn’t she sworn to always follow the orders of disciples of their Sect?
Yandevere’s grey eyes flashed with a cold light.
“I won’t say it again. Move.”
This group of guards were nothing but fools. If Yandevere was bound by her seal to follow all instructions as long as it ca from a mber of their sect, she would have been exposed long ago as a traitor.
What if the Flaming Lily Sect and the Golden Crow Sect were having a minor conflict and one of the latter’s disciples off handedly told Yandevere to piss off? Wouldn’t she be bound to listen to that person’s order? Then wouldn’t her identity be exposed for sothing irrelevant?
Obviously, the seal wasn’t constructed in this way. There were only a small group of upper echelon individuals Yandevere would have had to listen to the orders of without question. But, these three fools were too blinded by their lust to understand sothing so simple. In fact, they were shocked by Yandevere’s response.
“You little slave, do you think you’re worth sothing?” One of the guards growled.
“Die.” Yandevere was a woman who emotionlessly betrayed her fellow disciples, why would she hesitate to kill soone who had insulted her?
In the blink of an eye, five guards fell to their deaths under a thin sword, but this obviously alerted individuals more worthy of Yandevere’s attention. As expected, in no more than a few second, a group of individuals had already locked in on Yandevere.
This group was led by two pseudo-dao experts. One was a female, the other a male. However, both of them had the staple golden hair and red eyes of the Goldeen Clan. The remaining half dozen of them ranged from the higher celestial realm to the peak.
These two were born too early to be the scions that protected God Goldeen and each had a foot in the dao realm. It was experts like these that were the reason the Golden Crow Sect didn’t directly collapse after losing their key and five geniuses.
Unfortunately for them, the golden fla mystical world rejected those who comprehended enigmatic qi, or else Dyon’s victories wouldn’t have been so simple.
The male frowned. “What happened here.”
“I killed them.” Yandevere responded plainly.
The male’s brow twitched. She dared to speak to him like this?
“They impeded my progress. It’s well known that I’m on your side already, was there a need for this? They’re nothing but lecherous scum.”
Hearing these words, the female imdiately understood what happened and her stance softened. Yandevere might be a slave, technically, but she was a talent that the Sect recognized from her birth. After the matters with the Flaming Lily Sect were handled, she would have had a high position amongst them despite not having Crow or Goldeen blood.
“Why are you so late?” Though the male understood what happened now as well, he was still displeased with Yandevere’s attitude.
Yandevere shrugged. “I thought this matter could be handled without and I happened to be in secluded ditation in order to reach the pseudo-dao.”
At that mont, Yandevere’s repressed aura surged forward, causing the male to involuntarily take a step back.
Yandevere’s true potential had been suppressed for too long. Dyon’s aid had basically attached wings to a tiger, allowing her to soar. If she was given a martial saint pill, she wouldn’t lose to any of Dyon’s Vice Commanders in potential.
“I see that Madeleine has begun to panic.” Yandevere said plainly. “This seems as good a ti as any for to step in.”
Just when the male was about to bow his head and step to the side, a roaring might descended upon them from the distance.
“Who dares to lay hands my big sister?!” Zaire’s voice bood over Middle Lily City.
At this mont, news of two new trial takers was sweeping over the martial world. Rumors said that the Drago-Qilin lands had birthed yet another True God level Genius, and he was actually from the small Demon Qilin Clan.
However, news of the second newcor was even more fierce because rumor had it that she was an absolute beauty who could make one’s heart tremble. Little Lyla’s delicate fra seed to make the tower quadrants themselves swoon. The sounds of entrapped souls resounded through the martial world.
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