บท 2285: His Own Death Warrant

In an icy palace sat an icy-blue-robed woman. Her white hair remained motionless but at this moment, her body couldn't help but shudder while her hair lifted. Instantly, her eyes shot wide open, seething with disbelief.

"Something's wrong."

Myria's voice echoed out as she instantly stood up and left the palace. 

"Divine Emperor of Death!"

"How cool! Divine Emperor of Death! Even though he's the same age as us, he's so attractive and powerful!"

"Cheeky lasses. I understand your emotions but how are you going to cultivate if you get mesmerized by this scene. You need to have a calm heart to cultivate the Mystic Ice Sect's…"

Myria's brows frowned as she caught sight of a scene where an elder advised two core disciples who screamed out loud at an intersection. They were leaving the plaza where even more disciples had gathered.

"Divine…?"