Master Tinglan's face was ashen, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Although the Taixu Protector Talisman was a supreme treasure bestowed by the Supreme Elder, its dazzling nine-dragon golden light was visibly dimming under the combined attack of nine Void Refinement experts and dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators.
He could clearly feel the spiritual power contained in the talisman rapidly dissipating.
"Hold on... just a little longer..." Master Tinglan kept chanting in his heart, biting his tongue and spitting a mouthful of blood onto the talisman. The golden light of the nine dragons suddenly surged, but was instantly suppressed by the overwhelming attack. His Taoist robe was already soaked with sweat, and the tiger's mouth of his right hand holding the talisman was torn, with blood dripping down the edge of the talisman.
"boom!"
Elder Blood Nightmare's Blood-Transforming Divine Blade, imbued with overwhelming bloodthirsty energy, slammed fiercely into the golden light barrier. Wherever the blade passed, tiny black cracks were torn in space.
Master Tinglan felt as if he had been struck in the chest, let out a muffled groan, and a trace of crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He struggled to lift his head, and through the gradually dimming golden light, looked at the white figure behind him who was still focused on inscribing runes.
"Too strong..." Master Tinglan thought bitterly to himself. He had never felt the terrifying power of a Void Refinement expert so clearly before.
Elder Blood Nightmare's seemingly casual strike contained a vast ocean of spiritual power, far beyond what someone like him, who hadn't even reached the Nascent Soul stage, could withstand.
Another wave of devastating attacks surged forth like a tidal wave. The Azure Sword Lord grinned maliciously, brandishing his longsword. Sword energy poured forth like a cascading silver river, each strike carrying the power to cleave mountains and rivers. "A mere Nascent Soul cultivator dares to covet the inheritance of the Upper Realm?" he sneered mockingly. "Today, I'll show you what true power really means!"
The Ice Fairy lightly raised her jade-like hand, and the Frost Moon Wheel stirred up a shower of ice crystals, the extreme cold causing the surface of the golden light barrier to freeze. "An ant is still an ant," she said, her red lips parting slightly, her voice as cold as ice. "Such an opportunity is not something a junior like you deserves. If you know what's good for you, hand it over quickly. Perhaps we can spare your life!"
The most insidious of them all was the Crimson Serpent Old Monster. His withered fingers formed a hand seal, and billowing poisonous mist spewed from his emerald gourd, hissing and bubbling against the corrosive barrier. "Heh heh, little brat. I'm not that kind..." he chuckled, licking his lips. "Once I break through your shell, I'll make you taste the agony of a thousand poisons gnawing at your heart!"
"puff!"
Master Tinglan coughed up another mouthful of blood, his internal organs trembling violently. Elder Blood Nightmare, seeing this, laughed even more arrogantly: "You little brat, now you know the consequences of meddling, don't you?" He threatened sinisterly, "After we deal with this girl, I'll definitely skin you alive for being such a busybody!"
"Why waste words on him!" shouted a Void Refinement cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect. "This ignorant brat deserves to have his soul scattered!" He then intensified his attack.
"Exactly!" another cultivator from the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons chimed in. "These mere Nascent Soul cultivators dare to be so insolent before us! Today, we'll show them what it means to wish they were dead!"
These powerful figures, who were usually high and mighty, had completely torn off their hypocritical masks, their faces contorted with rage, their eyes filled with greed and cruelty.
Relying on their superior numbers and cultivation, they completely treated Bai Ying and Tinglan Zhenren as lambs to the slaughter, their words filled with insults and threats.
Master Tinglan gritted his teeth, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth. He had never felt the cruelty of the cultivation world so clearly before.
In the eyes of these powerful beings, the lives of the weak are utterly insignificant. They will stop at nothing to seize opportunities and trample on others for their own gain.
Master Tinglan felt his meridians breaking inch by inch, warm liquid seeping from his ears and nose, and the world before his eyes beginning to blur. The Taixu Protector Talisman in his hand was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and could shatter completely at any moment.
"In the end... I couldn't hold on any longer..." he thought with a bitter smile, his consciousness beginning to fade.
In a daze, he seemed to return to the front gate of the Xuantian Sect, to the scene when the Supreme Elder handed him this incomparably precious talisman.
"This talisman was crafted with a century of painstaking effort; it can withstand the strongest attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator." The Supreme Elder's aged voice echoed in my memory. "But remember, if you wish to save someone from the combined attack of multiple Void Refinement cultivators, you can only hold out for a maximum of five breaths..."
Five breaths...
Master Tinglan's vision grew increasingly blurry. He tried hard to make out Bai Ying's figure, but found that all he could see was a sea of blood.
Five breaths was far too short, not enough to accomplish anything. He felt his life force rapidly draining away, just like the talisman in his palm that was about to shatter.
"Is... this how it ends...?"
"Never mind..." he sighed inwardly.
He was able to repay the favor to Fairy Bai, so his death was worthwhile... Fortunately, his identity wasn't exposed; they didn't know he was the sect leader of the Xuantian Sect, and he didn't implicate the sect...
However, just as Master Tinglan was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure in his blurred vision.
Wei Ji returned and is now hiding behind a cliff.
He covered his mouth tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes filled with terror and grief.
The usually composed elder of the Xuantian Sect now had disbelief written all over his face. He had witnessed the Ice Soul Fairy's Cold Moon Wheel once again blaze with a blinding cold light, attacking the already swaying Tinglan Zhenren.
Sect Leader!
Wei Ji cried out in his heart, but dared not utter a sound.
He had just safely escorted the other elders back as instructed, but he couldn't rest easy and turned back alone.
But I never expected to see such a tragic scene.
Master Tinglan bled from all seven orifices, and the Taixu Protector Talisman in his hand was covered with cracks, about to shatter completely in the next round of attacks.
The cold moon pierced the sky, leaving behind a chilling arc of light.
Wei Ji closed his eyes in despair, unable to bear watching any longer.
He knew that, in his current state, the sect leader had no chance of blocking this fatal blow...
"boom!"
The expected scream did not occur. Wei Ji suddenly opened his eyes, only to witness a scene he would never forget:
Bai Ying had somehow appeared in front of Tinglan Zhenren.
Her white robes were stained with blood, her long hair flew in the wind, and her slender figure appeared exceptionally upright under the pressure of the eight Void Refinement experts.
With her right hand forming a mudra and her left hand making a hand seal, a dazzling golden light suddenly emanated from her body. The nearly shattered Tai Xu Guardian Talisman miraculously revived at that moment, and nine golden dragon phantoms circled around her, forcefully blocking the incoming Cold Moon Wheel!
"This...how is this possible!" Wei Ji's eyes widened, and he even forgot to breathe.
He saw Bai Ying turn around and give Tinglan Zhenren a reassuring smile, her blood-stained lips slightly upturned:
"You've worked hard. Now, watch me!"
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