"Your injuries seem severe. Can you hold on?"
A phantom-like figure suddenly appeared in front of the Xi Emperor and helped her up.
"Xiao Chen? Is it really you?"
The Xi Emperor gazed at the figure close by, feeling as though she was in a dream—a surreal, almost unreal sensation.
How could he suddenly appear here? And… wasn't there spatial confinement around her? How did he manage to enter?
"No time for reunions. Let's deal with the enemies first." Xiao Chen pulled the Xi Emperor behind him, stepped forward, and faced off against Sikong Sheng.
As for Er Xuanming, Er Fenglai, Er Peng, and the others, they were unworthy of Xiao Chen's attention.
"So, you're Xiao Chen?" Sikong Sheng's expression turned cold and wary as he locked his gaze on Xiao Chen. "How did you come here? What about Gu Xiu? Didn't he kill you?"
"He wanted to kill me, but his cultivation fell short. Since he couldn't kill me, he naturally ended up dying by my hand." Xiao Chen said indifferently.
