True Monarch Qingxiao's eyes flashed with a hint of anger as she sidestepped the spiritual power impact from her opponent. Her whole body was enveloped in spiritual light, transforming into several resilient vines, tightly wrapping around one corner of the golden token. Her tone was resolute: "A True Monarch should have limits. I am determined to obtain this token. If you insist on competing for it, don't blame me for being rude."
"Rude?" Murong Lie seemed to have heard the world's biggest joke, his gaze growing more contemptuous. "Do you think by relying on the protection of the Ye Race, you can contend with my Murong clan? Today, I will show you the true essence of an ancient clan's True Monarch!"
