Elder Zhao Mingwei's Dao Integration aura blazed like a sun as he descended from the clouds, his white robes pristine despite the chaos erupting across the southern territories.
Behind him, a formation of thirty Core Formation disciples spread out in perfect attack geometry, their synchronized qi creating a web of binding energy designed to trap and drain a single target.
"Feng Lianhua," he called out, his voice carrying the authority of centuries. "Former Elder of the Immortal Sect, oath-breaker, and traitor to the path of righteousness. Surrender now, and your death will be swift."
Feng stood on a crystalline platform of her own creation, her voluptuous curves accentuated by robes that had been torn in several places during her intelligence gathering at the outer sect compounds.
Her massive breasts rose and fell with controlled breathing, pale blue eyes scanning the approaching formation with tactical precision that would have made Zhang Wuji proud.
