Chapter 1019: The Fated Duel

The steppe stretched bleak and endless. Look closely, and space rippled; a seven-colored vortex formed, and a white-haired woman stepped out, the Zhu Xian Sword in her hand. The iridescent radiance coiling around her had dulled, and when she touched down her footing wavered. Conjuring that pocket dimension had drained her. Yet to escape alive from an encirclement of that caliber, she had every right to be proud. All at once, she lifted her face. Her beautiful, indifferent eyes rested on the misty...