C778 The Battle of the Halfstep to Martial Sovereign

"I haven't taken action in quite some time. It seems some have forgotten my capabilities."

As the black-robed figure made his move, the Nether Clear Pavilion Master's eyes shimmered with a chilling light. With a graceful lift of her hand, a jade-green ancient zither materialized before her.

The moment the zither appeared, fierce winds began to swirl around her