"Lin Bingyun of the Nine Nether Sacred Palace?"
A thought crossed Yang Xiao's mind as he asked.
"You know this Saintess is here, yet you don't surrender? Do you wish to oppose my Nine Nether Sacred Palace?"
The newcomer was dressed in white, appearing incredibly cold and aloof, her eyes filled with indifference. Just like Feng Tianyi before her, she hadn't brought anyone else with her.
Unlike Shui Yuntian, who was followed by a crowd of junior and senior brothers.
Clearly, whether it was the Saint Son of Chaofeng Pavilion or the Saintess of the Nine Nether Sacred Palace, both of them knew that the person Saint Prince Gongsun Xuan wanted dead was no simple character.
And similarly, they were very confident in their own strength.
Naturally, they wouldn't bring others along to complicate matters.
However, this time, they had miscalculated.
Especially Lin Bingyun's current attitude—so unwise—had already filled Yang Xiao with a cold chill.
