With that roar, terrifying spiritual pressure poured down as if it were a tangible force. The cultivators watching from afar were struck dumb, and those with higher cultivation levels immediately coughed up blood and desperately activated their escape techniques to flee.
Those with low cultivation levels didn't even have time to scream before their bodies exploded and they died under this pressure, turning into clouds of blood mist.
The mountain where the Lingyin Sect members were located was also affected by this oppressive force, and the protective array of the mountain emitted a series of cracking sounds as it struggled to bear the weight. Several elders were pale-faced, but they still stared intently at the slender figure in the center of the battlefield.
"Is Bai Ying... alright?" An elder's voice trembled. Although they knew that Bai Ying was already at the Refinement stage, they still couldn't help but worry in front of the Huayang Ancestor, who had been famous for thousands of years.
Murong Jin stood at the forefront, his knuckles white from the excessive force, his nails digging deep into his palms without him noticing. His gaze was fixed on Bai Ying, his spiritual energy surging wildly within him, ready to rush forward at any moment to shield her from a fatal blow.
On the other side, Yan Chiling and his fellow disciples were also pale-faced. Yan Chiling drew his natal spirit sword with a "clang," the flames dancing on the blade reflecting his resolute gaze.
His voice was hoarse, "Even if I die today, I will protect Bai Ying!"
However, Bai Ying, standing in the center of the battlefield, was calmer than anyone else.
She chuckled softly.
The laughter was clear and melodious, yet it inexplicably made the Huayang Ancestor feel a pang of unease.
The lotus pattern between Bai Ying's brows became increasingly clear, and countless tiny spatial cracks began to appear around her. She slowly raised the sword in her hand, its tip pointing straight at the sky.
"Huayang, you old dog," she said softly, her voice carrying clearly across the entire battlefield, "Do you think... I'm still that little cultivator you used to bully?"
Before the words were finished, a deafening dragon roar suddenly resounded from the heavens.
As the dark clouds churned, a spatial rift suddenly appeared, stretching across the sky, within which the shadowy silhouette of a colossal dragon could be vaguely seen moving...
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