You're forcing my hand!
As soon as these words fell, Ren Qinghuan's already cold aura completely erupted.
First Grade Divine Sea Realm!
The combination of pressure and aura almost turned into a storm, dancing between Heaven and Earth.
The powers on both sides have become utterly frigid at this moment.
War is now unavoidable!
"Come!"
Ren Qinghuan, with graceful poise and fluttering veil, her three thousand strands of hair danced behind her, carrying an overwhelming momentum.
"Ming Xushen!"
Ren Qinghuan flipped her palm, and an ice-blue longsword appeared.
She gently raised it, pointing directly at Ming Xushen.
"The favor, my Ren Family has long repaid it."
"Without the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion back then, you wouldn't have your present Ming Surname Faction!"
"I treated you well in every way, yet you returned the favor like a wolf like a tiger."
"And now, you've initiated this war..."
"If you want to fight, then I, Ren Qinghuan, will accompany you in battle!"
"Fight!"
