Those are all illusions.

It does not exist.

It's a good thing Shen Zhao didn't get the cheat code to eavesdrop on other people's thoughts, otherwise he would have given this idiot hundreds of big slaps and told him: Are you planning to keep adding drama to yourself and then move yourself and the whole world?

"Young Master Shen! This is going too far! Do you not intend to take my Ancient River Sect seriously?!"

"Hilarious, the Ancient River Sect? Does it even have a public court?"

"A tribunal? Hahahaha..."

I thought Shen Zhao would bring up some powerful background, but I never expected it to be the Judgment Council, which was competing with the Beggars' Sect in poverty.

Even Gu Tianhe, who had lived for hundreds of years, couldn't help but laugh out loud upon hearing this.

"What? Is it that funny? You even dare to mock the Court of Justice. It seems I have serious doubts about whether your Ancient River Sect has an unclear relationship with the evil cultivators."

Gu Tianhe's laughter stopped abruptly: "Hmph, you're not qualified to distort the truth, kid. The Court of Justice has been defunct for a hundred years. Do you think a sect that has fallen so low that even dogs would despise it has any prestige?"

"Oh? So having WeChat means you can do whatever you want? My WeChat hasn't been responding for a day, and now you're telling me you have WeChat just to show off, is that it?"

"What do you mean?"

"This is pointless. I think there's too much nonsense. Let's just get down to business."

"Hmph, courting death!"

Gu Tianhe said no more to Shen Zhao, and directly summoned dozens of disciples, saying, "Disciples, execute this madman on the spot, regardless of his life or death!"

Upon seeing this, Ding Bu'er hurriedly shouted, "The Ancient River Sect is a prestigious and righteous sect, trying to bully us because of our numbers? In short, it's disgusting!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, unsure whether they should intervene.

"Go! What are you all standing around for!"

As soon as Gu Tianhe gave the order, the thirty disciples immediately prepared to launch an attack on Shen Zhao.

However, in Shen Zhao's eyes, these thirty disciples of the Ancient River Sect were no different from ordinary people. Just as he was sighing that another battle with no suspense was about to end,

"Whoosh~"

A sword aura burst forth, leaving a sword mark in front of Shen Zhao.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling coldness spread out, accompanied by a clear, cold voice:

"If you take even half a step closer to this sword mark, you will be my enemy!"

Yu Xiyan held a long sword, her body radiating sword light, her three thousand strands of hair fluttering in the wind, her face as cold as frost, as if a celestial sword had descended upon the world.

Above and behind Yu Xiyan, the Ice Phoenix Spirit transformed into a phantom, spreading its wings and poised to take flight.

"What, this is... Ice... Ice Phoenix bloodline... How is this possible..."

Gu Tianhe was immediately shocked upon seeing this.

Seeing that Shen Zhao was about to be trapped, she didn't care about anything else and directly activated the Ice Phoenix Bloodline in her body, intending to break out of the encirclement with Shen Zhao.