Bai Ying was teleported away directly by the teleportation array, while Wang Miaomiao vanished into countless points of light under the sword light.
The teleportation array set up by Wang Miaomiao was extremely mysterious; none of the many cultivators present noticed that Bai Ying had been teleported away. Everyone thought that under that sharp sword light, Bai Ying and Wang Miaomiao had both vanished into thin air!
"No--!"
Ruan Xinrou stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief. Her slender fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
After a moment of shock, she turned sharply to Patriarch Huayang, her voice trembling with emotion: "Patriarch! You...you killed her?! Didn't you promise to spare her life and make her a puppet for me?"
Huayang Patriarch was also stunned in place at this moment.
A look of confusion appeared on his wrinkled face, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on the spot where Bai Ying had just stood.
Logically speaking, given the strength Bai Ying just displayed, she shouldn't have perished so easily even after taking that sword strike head-on.
Wang Miaomiao is dead, but... Bai Ying should be alive...
"Could it be..." the old ancestor muttered to himself, "that she was overexerted just now, at her last gasp? That she couldn't withstand that sword strike?"
Ruan Xinrou hurriedly called out to the system in her mind: "System, quickly check if my luck value has increased?"
[Detecting... Luck value increased by 0]
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
Ruan Xinrou's face turned deathly pale instantly, her chest heaving violently. All the luck she had painstakingly planned for so long, which was almost within her grasp, had just vanished like that?
Because of Bai Ying's passing, her luck value can no longer increase.
How could you do this!
So what about all that painstaking effort she put in here, trying to please everyone around Bai Ying and gain their favor in order to steal Bai Ying's luck...?
She had worked so hard for so many years to replace Bai Ying, and she was so close to succeeding... How could she fail at the last minute like this!
Ruan Xinrou is going crazy!
"Ancestor!"
Ruan Xinrou's voice suddenly rose, filled with barely suppressed resentment, "Why weren't you more careful! At least leave yourself a breath..."
Before he could finish speaking, a suffocating pressure suddenly descended.
Hua Yang Patriarch merely glanced at her, but the murderous intent contained in his turbid eyes made Ruan Xinrou feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
"I...I'm so sorry, Ancestor..." Her face turned deathly pale, and her knees buckled as she knelt on the ground. "I was just...too anxious...Please don't take offense at what I said..."
Hua Yang Patriarch snorted coldly, and his wide sleeves fluttered even without wind.
His aged voice carried an undeniable authority: "With me here, do you still fear a decline in strength in the future?"
He glanced in the direction of the Lingxiao Sect, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Now that the greatest potential threat, Bai Ying, is dead, the Lingxiao Sect's ants are nothing to fear."
With that, he turned to the five surviving Nascent Soul cultivators and commanded them, "You lot, come with me and raze the Lingxiao Sect to the ground!"
Hua Yang Patriarch's voice was unquestionable, clearly indicating that he already regarded them as his subordinates.
These people had just been freed from Bai Ying's control over her soul blood, but now they were facing an even more terrifying threat.
The five men's faces turned deathly pale instantly. They had thought that after getting rid of Bai Ying, they would no longer be controlled and would be free... but they hadn't expected that the Hua Yang Ancestor had clearly used them as his henchmen.
Ancestor Qingming's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back under Ancestor Huayang's icy gaze. They exchanged glances, both seeing deep despair in each other's eyes—just out of the tiger's den, into the wolf's lair!
"Yes...yes..."
The replies came sparsely, each voice hoarse and hoarse. But no one dared to utter a single "no."
The Hua Yang Patriarch's voice was chilling, "Go! Today, we will wipe this sect off the map of the cultivation world!"
He always believed that if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring.
He's going to kill everyone in the Lingxiao Sect!
"yes!"
The five Nascent Soul cultivators responded in unison, their voices filled with suppressed fear. Streaks of light shot into the sky, and the group vanished into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Only Yan Chiling remained standing there, the moonlight shining on his pale, handsome face, making his complexion appear even more bloodless.
His long, slender fingers unconsciously touched his chest, his fingertips trembling slightly.
He stared intently at the spot where Bai Ying had disappeared, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Did Bai Ying die just like that?
The thought kept swirling in his mind, like heavy hammer blows pounding on his heart.
How is that possible? She's so strong, how could she be so easily killed by Patriarch Huayang with a single palm strike? Didn't they say they wanted to spare Bai Ying's life?
Ruan Xinrou stepped over the mess on the ground and walked to his side. Seeing Yan Chiling like this, she assumed he was upset for her sake, and her tone carried a hint of reproach:
"Let's go! I'm truly speechless. The Ancestor was so reckless! He actually killed Bai Ying! I know you didn't want Bai Ying to die because of me, but there's nothing we can do now. The dead can't be brought back to life! It's so annoying! Fortunately, it's avenged me and my master! Now that annoying guy is finally dead, it's a good ending."
Having said that, she flicked her sleeves, took out her sword, jumped up, and left with the figure of the Huayang Ancestor, her figure gradually disappearing into the twilight.
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