Bai Ying's expression was solemn. Her hands moved rapidly, forming a complex hand seal while she chanted incantations, as if she were activating a highly profound secret technique.
However, when everyone focused their attention, there was not a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation around her body, as if what she was using was not a secret technique at all, but something she had just made up.
A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. Even the Nascent Soul cultivator curled his lips into a mocking smile, convinced that Bai Ying was merely stalling for time. He said disdainfully, "You little brat, you're quite the actor. Stop wasting everyone's time, everyone, let's attack together!"
However, before the laughter of the crowd had subsided, Bai Ying's actions suddenly changed. She suddenly stretched out her hand and flicked her slender fingers lightly, as if she had only made a casual gesture.
A slight smile played on her lips as she said slowly, "Alright, the secret technique is complete. You are dead."
The room fell silent for a moment after he said that, then erupted into even louder laughter.
It should be noted that Bai Ying did not use any magic or summon any magical artifacts with spiritual energy fluctuations throughout the entire process. She simply pointed her finger casually and declared that her secret technique was complete. She even asserted that a Nascent Soul cultivator was dead!
This is utterly absurd, making one think that she has been driven mad by the desperate situation before her.
Inside the arena, a commotion erupted as everyone sneered at Bai Ying's farce. Outside, those witnessing the scene through the Qiankun Mirror wore expressions of disbelief and speechlessness. Among the crowd, a middle-aged man in a grey robe couldn't help but complain loudly, his voice filled with anxiety and confusion: "What is she doing? Has she really been driven mad? How could she do something so absurd? It's utterly unbelievable!"
Beside him, a young woman chimed in, "Isn't she just insane! She actually imagines she can take the life of a Nascent Soul cultivator with a casual flick of her finger. You must know, that's a Nascent Soul expert, with extraordinary strength. How could she be easily killed by a mere secret technique? Even if there really were such a heaven-defying secret technique, with Bai Ying's cultivation level, she would definitely suffer a powerful backlash after using it and die instantly!" Everyone criticized Bai Ying's behavior relentlessly, concluding that she had gone mad after being driven to desperation.
Only the members of the Lingyin Sect were still tightly clenching their fingers, their expressions anxious.
Qi Haoyuan and Zhou Jingmo felt that Bai Ying shouldn't have done that. But in their experience, they had never heard of any secret technique that could be so miraculous.
Could it be that Bai Ying has really been driven mad?
Looking back at the arena, the Nascent Soul cultivator pointed at by Bai Ying was already impatient. His face was full of sarcasm, and his eyes gleamed with greed. He coldly said, "Hmph, I'll capture you now. Since you're so stubborn and refuse to hand over the formula, don't blame me for being impolite. Once I've captured you, I'll use the Soul Searching Technique to dig the formula out of your mind!"
Having said that, he surged with spiritual energy and made a move to pounce on Bai Ying.
However, just as everyone was laughing and the Nascent Soul stage cultivator was about to make his move, a sudden change occurred.
The Nascent Soul cultivator's previously aggressive expression was instantly replaced by terror. It was as if he had been suddenly gripped by an invisible force, and all his strength drained away like water from a burst dam.
He was horrified to discover that his spiritual power was disappearing rapidly without any reason, and the speed at which it disappeared was like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, becoming increasingly swift.
In an instant, his skin seemed to dry out instantly, like mud exposed to the scorching sun, and wrinkles spread rapidly like a spider web.
"What...what's going on?" His voice trembled, filled with endless fear and disbelief.
He turned his head and stared intently at Bai Ying.
Bai Ying's lips curled into a confident smile, her voice clear yet undeniably assertive: "I told you, my secret technique is complete, and you are already dead!"
After speaking, she flicked her finger again, and a wisp of spiritual energy shot out like a meteor, accurately striking the insect hidden in the shadows. This spiritual energy seemed to issue an acceleration command, urging the insect to frantically absorb the spiritual energy from the Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
The Nascent Soul cultivator's face instantly turned extremely ugly, like a puppet whose soul had been extracted.
It was as if he had been struck by the most terrible curse in the world. His power was being drained away one after another, and he suddenly became old and withered. His once upright body hunched over, his once bright eyes became cloudy and dull, and in the end, he didn't even have the strength to stand up. His legs gave way, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"No...no!" he screamed in terror, his mouth agape as if trying to shout out his resentment and anger.
Only then did he awaken from his daze and realize that Bai Ying's words were true; she really did possess an extremely terrifying secret technique. However, at this moment, he had been nearly dried out by the insect's sucking, and could only let out a weak hiss from his throat, unable to utter a complete sound.
He painfully felt his life slipping away, each second feeling like torture in hell. He couldn't believe that after countless hardships and struggles on the path of cultivation, finally reaching the Nascent Soul stage, he could be so easily drained of his life force by this seemingly frail woman.
Bai Ying looked down at the Nascent Soul cultivator lying on the ground, barely breathing, a chilling smile playing on her lips. Her eyes held no pity as she coldly said, "Now, you should believe me, shouldn't you?" The cultivator's body trembled violently with pain, as if every muscle was being slowly sliced to death. With his last ounce of strength, he nodded with great difficulty, his throat feeling like it was filled with sand, and a hoarse voice squeezed from his cracked lips: "Be...believe."
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