Back then, it was because of the injury caused by this Divine Dragon Whip that it took him almost a hundred years to recover. Now, after being struck hard in the chest, he will need to recuperate for a long time again.
With Bei Ming Haotian's silver whip within reach, Wu Guzi glanced at the situation below. The only thing he could do to help Bei Ming Yaowei now was to lure Bei Ming Haotian away. Whether Bei Ming Yaowei could escape this calamity depended on his abilities.
Wuguzi looked up and saw the shadow of the silver whip in his eyes. A golden light flashed, and Wuguzi's voice disappeared.
Upon seeing this, Bei Ming Haotian's eyes turned icy, and he chased after him without hesitation.
"Haotian, no..." But before Nangong Ziyan could finish speaking, Beiming Haotian had already disappeared.
When everyone saw the two figures disappear high in the sky, they were disappointed; they hadn't seen enough yet.
"Yan'er, don't worry. Although Haotian's cultivation is not as good as that white-robed man's, he is definitely capable of protecting himself."
Sima Jiaorong comforted her with heartache, knowing that she was very anxious, but this was something Haotian had to face.
Bei Ming Yaowei saw this as a good opportunity. He could join forces with Yuehen to kill Tian Haoze. Without Tian Haoze, the Netherworld Palace would lose half of its territory.
Bei Mingyao leaped powerfully and swiftly attacked Tian Haoze.
"Haoze, be careful."
Hua Rujin shouted nervously, her hands clenched tightly together, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Go and help Haoze, I don't need your protection here."
Hua Rujin pleaded urgently with the two masked men in black beside her.
But the two masked men in black stood there like wooden figures, not moving an inch.
"Miss Hua, our mission is to protect you."
His voice was calm but firm. Hua Rujin stamped her foot helplessly and could only look at Tian Haoze with resignation.
Just as Bei Ming Yaowei thought he was about to succeed, Sima Jiaorong's figure suddenly appeared in front of him. She struck him in the chest with a palm. The strange palm technique and footwork caught Bei Ming Yaowei off guard. Bei Ming Yaowei stared at Sima Jiaorong. This kind of cultivation was both form and shadow, which he found very familiar. He felt as if he had seen her somewhere before.
Nangong Ziyan stared wide-eyed in astonishment at her mother, as if she had seen a ghost. She jerked her head to the side, only to find her mother had just been standing beside her. How could she have been behind Brother Haoze in the blink of an eye? Good heavens! May a bolt of lightning strike her awake! How could she, as her daughter, not know that her mother possessed such unfathomable cultivation?
Not only Nangong Ziyan, but also Dongfang Yifei and Nan Manying were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.
Dongfang Yifei didn't believe Wuguzi's words at first, but now that he saw Sima Jiaorong's strange cultivation level with his own eyes, he finally believed it.
"Father, Mother is...." After a long while, Nangong Ziyan turned around and looked at her father with a questioning expression, but there was no shock on his face. Nangong Ziyan suddenly felt that she had missed something.
"Yan'er, let your mother tell you slowly after everything is resolved!"
Nangong Yuze smiled and took a few steps closer to his daughter. Now he had to protect Yan'er well and not let Jiao Rong be distracted. At this critical moment, he wondered where Chen'er and Qi'er had gone.
"Father, I have a big question in my mind," Nangong Ziyan suddenly said seriously.
"Oh!" Nangong Yuze frowned. "Tell your father about it."
"Father, Yan'er suddenly realized that it seems like she was picked up from outside. Father, Mother, eldest brother and second brother are all very good at cultivation, but Yan'er, no matter how hard she tries, can only linger at the low level of Spirit Master..."
"Nonsense." Nangong Yuze quickly interrupted his daughter.
"Your father witnessed your birth, how could you possibly have been picked up from the outside? No matter how high or low your cultivation level is, my daughter is my precious treasure. My Nangong family has the ability to protect you, understand? Don't overthink it."
Nangong Yuze gave Nangong Ziyan a reproachful look. How could Yan'er think like that? It hurts him so much!
"Oh!" Nangong Ziyan lowered her head, then suddenly remembered something and looked up sharply in Hua Rujin's direction.
Ximen Chunxue had moved behind Hua Rujin. Now everyone's attention was on their mother and Beiming Yaowei, and no one noticed Ximen Chunxue's actions.
"Father, hurry and save Rujin! Ximen Chunxue is going to kill her."
Nangong Ziyan exclaimed in surprise, her heart filled with anxiety. She had already seen the spiritual energy in Ximen Chunxue's hand approaching Hua Rujin.
Nangong Yuze glanced sharply at Ximen Chunxue, thinking how this woman was taking advantage of his vulnerability, and quickly flew over.
Ximen Ruiyun seemed to hear Nangong Ziyan's exclamation and quickly flew over to follow.
Nangong Ziyan was still worried, so she took off running towards Hua Rujin.
Unexpectedly, Sima Jiaorong struck Bei Mingyaowei with another palm strike. Unable to withstand Sima Jiaorong's spiritual energy, Bei Mingyaowei was violently thrown away, landing right in the same spot as Nangong Ziyan.
Upon seeing Nangong Ziyan, Bei Mingyaowei suddenly hatched a plan and quickly took Nangong Ziyan hostage.
"Ah!" Before Nangong Ziyan could react, she was already in Beiming Yaowei's hands.
At the same time, Nangong Yuze and two masked men in black rescued Hua Rujin, who was completely unaware of the danger.
Hua Rujin patted her chest in lingering fear; she felt like she had just been on the verge of death.
Nangong Yuze struck Ximen Chunxue hard with a palm.
"Ah!" Ximen Chunxue clutched her chest in pain and fell backward.
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