The long sword in Ye Fan's hand fell to the ground with a bang. The scene before him was completely beyond his expectations.
Who could have thought that Shangguan Youren would act so recklessly after returning?
He retreated step by step, the fear in his heart had reached its peak. Even his master who was at the Immortal Emperor level was no match for Shangguan Yourong.
If Shangguan Yourong really seeks revenge on him, he will have no way out but death.
Moreover, the truth of that year has been made public, and it will be useless even if he tries to argue.
But when he turned his gaze to his master, wanting to ask for help, he was suddenly shocked.
At this moment, Sheng Zijun's carefully applied makeup looked particularly dazzling. Her phoenix eyes, which always had a bit of arrogance, were now wide open, and her lips painted with vermilion lipstick were trembling slightly.
Her face was as pale as paper, and she kept repeating, "You...you dare to hit me?!"
The voice seemed to be squeezed out from the throat, trembling with disbelief.
Shangguan Yourong's hand was still suspended in mid-air, her slender fingers trembling slightly.
Her palm still retained the warmth of the slap, but her fingertips were as cold as frost.
She stared intently at the master who had taught her for many years, with complex emotions surging in her eyes - anger, pain, disappointment, and a hint of imperceptible sadness.
The sadness was like a seed buried deep in my heart, which finally broke through the ground at this moment, bringing with it a biting chill.
"Master, no, Sheng Zijun, how long are you going to pretend?"
Her voice was as cold as ice, like the biting wind in winter, piercing people's hearts.
Immediately afterwards, Shangguan Yourong mercilessly removed Sheng Zijun's hypocritical mask.
"Could it be that Ye Fan could have set up an immortal-level killing formation? Do you think I don't know that all of this is your work?"
She slowly closed her eyes, and the scene of that day involuntarily emerged in her mind.
In the killing array, black fog filled the air, as if countless invisible hands reached out from all directions, tightly strangling her throat.
Her chest felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock, and every breath she took was accompanied by a tearing pain.
The cold air in the array pierced into her bones like a knife, as if to freeze every inch of her flesh and blood.
That kind of pain is not only physical torture, but also mental devastation.
She felt her consciousness gradually blurring, as if being pulled by an invisible force, falling into an endless dark abyss.
There were whispers in her ears, like the wailing of countless wronged souls, or like some strange spell, constantly eroding her will.
Although she gritted her teeth and tried to stay awake, the heart-wrenching pain came over her in waves like a tide, almost drowning her completely.
She even had hallucinations, as if she saw her closest master. Her face gradually distorted and finally turned into a hideous ghost face, rushing towards her.
Now that she thought about it, it wasn't an illusion at all, because her master's heart was scarier than a ghost.
The square was completely silent; even the wind seemed to have stopped.
Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and watch this shocking scene.
Shangguan Yourong is a one-of-a-kind array formation genius in the entire Four Imperial Immortal Realms. Her talent and strength are unmatched, yet Sheng Zijun actually set up a killing array for his own disciple, intending to wipe her out?!
Anyone who hears this news will find it incredible.
Sheng Zijun's face turned from pale to blue, and his lips trembled even more violently.
A hint of panic flashed across her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.
She forced a sneer, but her voice was still trembling.
"Yourong, you...what nonsense are you talking about? How could your master attack you? Someone must have instigated this!"
"play off?"
Shangguan Yourong sneered, and the coldness in his eyes became even colder.
"Master, at this point, are you still trying to quibble?
Every rune and every wisp of spiritual energy in that killing formation carries your breath.
Do you think you can hide the truth by erasing all traces?
Unfortunately, you underestimated my understanding of the art of formations."
No one knew how desperate she was when she was trapped in the killing array. What made her even more desperate was that every rune in the array carried a familiar aura.
You know, all her formation skills were taught by Sheng Zijun!
Although the formation diagrams are the same, each formation master has his own unique style when arranging the formation.
Disciple, how could you not know the Master's formation?
Shangguan Yourong stood in place, his eyes like knives, piercing straight at Sheng Zijun.
Her voice was cold and trembling, filled with anger and confusion that had been suppressed for years.
"Back then...why did you want to kill me?"
Sheng Zijun's face turned from red to white, and then from white to blue.
She had never imagined that this disciple, who had always been docile and well-behaved, would dare to attack her in public.
What frightened her even more was the hatred and murderous intent in Shangguan Yourong's eyes. It was definitely not a momentary impulse.
If Shangguan Yourong were allowed to leave Tianzhen Sect today, it would definitely bring her countless troubles in the future.
Her disciple was growing so fast that he was almost out of her control.
Sheng Zijun felt murderous intent and simply stopped pretending.
She tried her best to maintain the dignity of the Tianzhen Sect, but Shangguan Yourong did not give her the opportunity at all.
This traitor put her face on the ground and ravaged it.
She jerked her head up, her voice sharp and piercing.
"Yes! So what if it's me?
If you hadn't been able to tell me, you would have starved to death on the streets.
You are just a chess piece that I trained, but now you want to escape from my control!
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