บท 187: One hundred eighty-one, who is the adulterer?

It was clear that she had not passed the Emperor's test.

The Emperor's brows furrowed slightly, his gaze sharp as arrows, and with just a glance, one could feel his powerful aura.

Sangmo, under his scrutiny, felt her knees go weak, a sudden urge to kneel washing over her.

Her palms were sweating coldly, her hands involuntarily gripping the sword's hilt tighter, her breath becoming rapid.

Suddenly, a flash of determination and defiance shone in her eyes as she brandished her sword fiercely at Chishui Hefeng.

This strike, infused with all her Spiritual Power and her most skilled Wood Element Technique, was bound to kill Chishui Hefeng in one fell swoop.

But Chishui Hefeng simply raised his hand nonchalantly and once again caught Sangmo's sword.

His tone was indifferent, "Sangmo, are you sure you want to oppose the Upper Cultivation Realm?"