Zhou Jingmo never expected Yao Yanliang to be so audacious as to dare to do such a thing.
His junior apprentice had always taken advantage of his lineage with Qi Haoyuan to do all sorts of things to bully men and women.
However, because his master always protected him, they did not punish him too severely.
But I never expected him to dare to do something like this!
The importance of Bai Ying to the entire Lingyin Sect is self-evident.
If their master were to die because of this, it would be a devastating blow to the entire Lingyin Sect!
Zhou Jingmo pointed at Yao Yanliang's master, who was also his own junior brother, and said, "If anything happens to Bai Ying, I'll skin Yao Yanliang alive!"
Yao Yanliang's master was still subconsciously speaking up for Yao Yanliang.
"Perhaps it's not Yanliang's fault, but Baiying's?"
Zhou Jingmo gave him a cold look, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know Bai Ying, but don't I know Yao Yanliang? You'd better hope nothing happens to Bai Ying, otherwise, I'll kill him right now!"
After saying that, he immediately flew on his sword towards where Bai Ying and Yao Yanliang were.
People at the scene rushed towards that place.
Bai Ying's life is now equivalent to Qi Haoyuan's life.
Regardless of who is at fault between Bai Ying and Yao Yanliang, it will always be Yao Yanliang's fault!
Everyone present looked extremely grim.
Now Yao Yanliang has even brought out the Hunyuan Star Dome Formation. Once this formation is activated, even a Nascent Soul cultivator will find it difficult to escape death.
He actually used this technique on Bai Ying.
According to Master Yuxiao, Bai Ying is only seventeen or eighteen years old. How high can her cultivation be at such a young age?
Even though Master Yuxiao kept saying that Bai Ying was exceptionally talented, she would still surely die under such a terrifying formation.
Although no one dared to say it aloud, everyone knew that Bai Ying was probably in grave danger.
Zhou Jingmo was extremely anxious. He led his fellow disciples and used all their skills, their figures flashing through the sky like streaks of light.
The howling wind tugged at their clothes, and their hair whipped against their cheeks like wild whips, but they paid no heed. They had only one thought in their minds: they had to be quick, and they couldn't let tragedy happen!
Zhou Jingmo pushed his speed to the limit, his spiritual power surged wildly within him, his clothes bulged as if about to burst, and his feet seemed to be treading on wheels of fire, leaving a trail of afterimages.
When they finally arrived at the scene, the sight that greeted them sent chills down everyone's spines—Yao Yanliang's face was contorted with rage, and he held a gleaming flying sword high in the air. The sword vibrated and hummed, brimming with deadly power, and was now thrusting it fiercely toward Bai Ying's location with the force of a thunderbolt.
"Oh no!" someone in the crowd exclaimed. In an instant, everyone's heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, rising to their throats, and their breath caught in their throats.
Zhou Jingmo's eyes were bloodshot with rage. Without thinking, he suddenly attacked the direction where the flying sword was.
Spiritual energy gathered in his palm, transforming into a dazzling arc of light, like a dragon emerging from the sea, attempting to change the flying sword's trajectory at the critical moment.
However, reality was cruel. The distance between him and the flying sword was far too great. Despite his best efforts, the arc of light seemed to be just a stone's throw away, and he could not reach the flying sword that was rapidly piercing towards Bai Ying.
Are we really just going to stand by and watch Yao Yanliang kill Bai Ying?
This terrifying thought, like a demon's whisper, exploded in Zhou Jingmo's mind.
"No!" he roared, his voice hoarse and strained, as if it could pierce the clouds and shatter the heavens.
Everyone at the scene was extremely worried and their hearts were pounding.
But to everyone's surprise, just as the flying sword was about to pierce Bai Ying's body, a bizarre scene suddenly unfolded—the flying sword seemed to be pulled by an invisible and powerful force, abruptly stopping, just like the Buddhist beads used by the two cultivators earlier, abruptly hovering in the air, the sword trembling and buzzing, as if struggling and resisting something.
Yao Yanliang's eyes widened instantly, like copper bells, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, his face full of disbelief.
In that instant, he was shocked to find that the connection between himself and the flying sword had been ruthlessly severed. No matter how much spiritual power he channeled, the flying sword was like a wild horse, completely out of his control, and no longer heeding his commands.
"How is this possible?" Yao Yanliang roared in disbelief, "I clearly already activated the Hunyuan Starry Sky Formation, this girl's magic artifacts should have been completely destroyed, so why is this strange thing happening? What kind of sorcery did Bai Ying use?"
His heart was filled with suspicion and shock, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
After a brief moment of shock, Yao Yanliang gritted his teeth and raised his hand, intending to summon another magical artifact in an attempt to launch a new attack on Bai Ying. But at that moment, the previously still flying sword seemed to be infused with a spirit, drawing a cold, sharp arc in the air before abruptly changing direction and thrusting straight towards him with boundless killing intent.
Yao Yanliang was terrified; all color drained from his face, leaving him deathly pale. He never imagined that Bai Ying could, in that split second, turn the tables and take control of the sword.
But shouldn't she be unable to control magical artifacts within this Hunyuan Star Dome Array, which can seal them?
This completely overturned his understanding.
Shocked, Yao Yanliang had no time to think about the reasons. His survival instinct drove him to frantically throw the magic weapon he had just taken out at Bai Ying, trying to block the fatal blow from the flying sword.
However, the flying sword seemed to have identified its target, carrying the force of thunder, directly piercing through his magic weapon, unstoppable, and stabbing straight towards him without pause.
With a "thud," the sword pierced his body.
Yao Yanliang's eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't make a sound and collapsed to the ground.
Everyone at the scene was stunned for a moment, including Zhou Jingmo and his group who were still desperately flying over.
They all gaped, their mouths agape in disbelief.
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