I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

"This should be the grudge queen, but why on earth would she show up here..." Halfway through his words, Li Youtian felt as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through his mind. He suddenly turned his gaze towards Ye Chongren, his eyes full of suspicion, and blurted out, "Could it be that you invited her here?"

Li Youtian and Meng Kongchan knew the mysterious connection between the Wrathful Mother and Ye Chongren.

Before this, Ye Chongren had solemnly proposed that everyone from Fenglei Palace, Xingyun Pavilion and Honghuang City go to seek the protection of the Wrathful Lady.

But who could have thought that the grudge-making woman would resolutely leave the wild and dangerous place where she had lived for many years because of Ye Chongren.

You know, in the long years that have passed, this is the first time they have seen with their own eyes the Wrathful Lady leaving Xiongye.

There had been a rumor circulating before, saying that a reckless force had dared to disrupt the place where the Wrathful Po sold her essence. As a result, the entire force vanished overnight, as if evaporating from the face of the earth. But this was ultimately just speculation; no one had actually witnessed the incident. After all, the only witnesses of that horrific scene, besides the Wrathful Po herself, were the vanished disciples of the sect. Their souls had long since returned to the underworld, unable to speak of that horrific past.

Jiang Qisha looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a sharp blade flashing with cold light. His originally calm expression was gone, replaced by a solemn expression. His palms unconsciously clenched slightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

"Who is this person? With just his own imposing aura, he's able to shake the combined power of Dao and I!" The red-dressed woman's eyes shone with shock, her astonishment evident. She quickly turned to look at Jiang Qisha, seeing his unusually serious expression. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurried to his side, saying with concern, "Qisha, this person is clearly an ally of Ye Chongren, but if we join forces, we'll be fearless!"

Jiang Qisha did not respond immediately and fell into a brief silence.

Instantly, he took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the old woman, his gaze like a sharp blade, and he said coldly: "Leave this man to me. The two of you cooperate with Ye Daozhi and his three companions to capture Ye Chongren. We must not let him escape this time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qisha soared into the air like a ghost, leaving behind him a trail of black ink as thick as ink, like a ferocious black dragon. His murderous intent seemed to come alive, rapidly gathering in the air. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a spear as black as night in his hand, emitting a faint, cold light that seemed to devour all life.

He rushed towards the resentful woman with a gun, like an arrow shot from a bow, with such momentum that it seemed as if he wanted to pierce the resentful woman in front of him.

"The nagging old woman should be able to deal with him!" At this time, Li Youtian could no longer suppress his inner worries, and couldn't help but ask, his eyes full of worry.

Everyone knew that the Wrathful Lady was incredibly powerful, having even slain the Pure Nirvana Sword Master, who had touched the power of the Sovereign. However, the three men before them were equally formidable. As geniuses from the core region of the Upper Heavens Origin Land, they possessed a natural advantage in terms of power, exerting a formidable pressure on the others.

Ye Chongren kept his lips tightly shut, not responding. While he was confident in the Wrathful Po's abilities, Jiang Qisha had always been a mystery, never revealing his true strength. No matter what tactics he employed or what trump cards he played, he always managed to easily dispel them, leaving Ye Chongren feeling a sense of unease.

"Oh no... they are coming!" At this moment, Ou Yezi shouted loudly with trembling voice and endless fear.

Ye Chongren's brows knitted into a knot. The power in his inner world had been completely depleted, leaving him extremely weak, as if a breeze could blow him down. If he wanted to stand up, he would probably have to hold on to the wall to barely stand. Now that his vital fighting force had been lost, how could they resist the enemy's attack?