On the ground, Cui Jin True Master and Bao Song True Master were dispirited, their faces ashen, unable to move.
Opposite them, three Law Enforcement Hall late-stage Golden Core True Masters exuded a concentrated aura, their gazes sharp.
Shen Xuan stood alone among them, his azure robe gently fluttering, and the Ice Soul Divine Sword at his side flickered with a faint cold gleam.
The air seemed to stagnate, with only a faint and indistinct fluctuation of Soul Power resonating from deep within the distant Cave Mansion.
The confrontation lasted for a moment.
The mountain wind blew past, rustling the dry leaves, freezing the atmosphere.
Ming Jing True Master slowly spoke, his voice deep: "Fellow Daoist Profound Ice, before acting, did you ever consider how my Danxia Sect might respond?"
"Oh? Does not your sect care about the lives of Fellow Daoist Cui Jin and Fellow Daoist Bao Song?"
Shen Xuan's gaze swept over the two restrained on the ground.
"Of course we care."
