In front of the Cosmic Heavenly Ladder Rankings.
Mo Ying walked forward with her longsword on her back, followed by several second-generation and third-generation veteran disciples, each exuding youthful vigor, fully showcasing the demeanor of young Immortal Emperors.
"Are you Mo Ying?"
At this moment, a majestic voice resounded.
"Look, it's Emperor Shenwei."
"Isn't this guy under someone's orders? Otherwise, why would he dare to provoke the disciples of the Misty Holy Sect?"
The surrounding onlookers became excited.
Mo Ying heard the words and turned her head in the direction of the voice.
Dozens of meters away.
A young man in a silver-white robe stood proudly, nine divine lights soaring into the sky behind him, making him look like an emperor on earth.
Mo Ying looked at Emperor Shenwei.
The other gave her a very young, domineering, and wild feeling, and his strength was also very strong.
"Are you Emperor Shenwei? What do you want?"
