Yu Lingluo hit the ground with a dull thud as the shorty released her grip. She pushed herself up, her eyes widening at the devastation before her. Rubble, blood, and silence filled the teleportation hub. Swallowing hard, she steadied her breathing.
'Xuan'er… he's furious,' she thought, her chest tightening as she began walking toward him.
The surrounding crowd immediately erupted in whispers:
"She's here! Finally!"
"I thought Ye Chen would be crippled today…"
"Serves him right. Still, how can she calm her brother now? Even I wouldn't dare step close to him."
Their eyes never left Yu Xuan, who stood unscathed amidst Nascent Soul cultivators, his pitch-black gaze enough to make most disciples shudder.
It wasn't unheard of for monstrous geniuses to leap a realm, perhaps fighting one stage above themselves. But two realms? Effortlessly? Without so much as breaking a sweat? That was something out of nightmares. Or legends.
