Meanwhile, the Wuji Gloves on Gongsun Ying's hands returned to their original positions.
Xiaoxian strolled forward calmly, her expression entirely serene along the way, as if lifting the giant axe next was not worth her anxiety, or perhaps she possessed considerable confidence in her ability to lift it.
The cultivators pondered this for a moment. Xiaoxian was, after all, a quasi-divine beast, so such composure was entirely natural. Consequently, the cultivators cast looks of eager anticipation.
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