In the blink of an eye, the Lord of Xuan Yongting vanished completely into the darkness, as if he had never existed in this world.
The darkness, after its annihilation, began to dissipate, leaving behind only a desolate wasteland and a lingering scent of blood in the air, bearing witness to the battle that had just taken place.
Not far away, Qin Luo and his companion watched this scene indifferently from the shadows. The wind howled, and the dust kicked up lashed against them, but it did nothing to distract them from their focused gaze.
However, You Yueying's eyes were exceptionally cold, fixed on the Dharma image behind the man, her teeth clenched, and she squeezed out each word slowly and deliberately:
"Netherworld Shadow Form!"
This Netherworld Shadow Dharma Image ranks fiftieth among the 199 Saint Dharma Images, possessing extraordinary strength.
A thousand years ago, it was her elder sister who passed on this Dharma form to her, making it a powerful aid in managing the Netherworld Continent.
She never imagined that what once belonged to her would one day be taken by someone else. A thousand years have passed, and it is probably unrecognizable.
The power he had painstakingly cultivated and built from scratch had likely been wiped out by Wan Run's bloodbath long ago. Those loyal subordinates were probably already slaughtered...
"If I don't avenge this, I, You Yueying, swear I will not be human!"
Upon hearing this, You Yueying took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions in her heart.
She slowly turned around, looked at Qin Luo beside her, and her gaze softened.
She said in a soft but firm voice:
"Qin Luo, you can stay here. I'll be right back. He's just a seventh-grade saint. Although he has some strength, he's just a minor trouble in my eyes and nothing to be afraid of."
Hearing this, Qin Luo knew that she was afraid he would be affected by the battle at the Saint level. After all, even a slight aftershock from a battle between a seventh-grade Saint could be overwhelming for him now.
But just because he can't handle it doesn't mean the three silly guys inside him can't...
However, seeing the unwavering determination in You Yueying's eyes, Qin Luo knew that further words would be pointless at this moment.
After a moment of silence, a barely audible sigh escaped his chest, eventually turning into a sincere word of advice:
Be careful in everything.
Upon receiving his reply, You Yueying's lips curled up, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes, and she softly hummed in agreement.
This response, devoid of its usual aloofness, carried a warm and gentle tone that resonated throughout the space.
As the sound resounded, black mist surged around You Yueying, enveloping her figure. With a faint rustling of smoke in the air, her figure vanished from the spot.
In the midst of the battle, the sky and earth were shrouded in a dim yellow light.
The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his expression cold and stern, exuding an aura of authority.
With a casual flick of his finger, a jade box appeared in the dark palm of the Dharma image behind him, which resembled a celestial canopy. The box emitted wisps of cold air, condensing into a thin layer of frost in the sweltering air.
"Sigh~" The man sighed, his helplessness deepening. He shook his head and muttered to himself:
"It seems we haven't been able to lure that thief out here either. We'll have to go to another continent and start over. I really don't understand why Pavilion Master Wan went to all this trouble and effort. What is he trying to achieve? He's just a kid in the Divine Travel Realm. He's really hard to fathom."
His voice, tinged with melancholy, drifted leisurely across the desolate battlefield.
Just as the man reached out, preparing to take back the jade box and end this fruitless operation, an extremely cold voice suddenly rang in his ears.
"If you can't figure it out, then go to hell and think about it!"
The voice was filled with murderous intent and carried a chilling aura that sent a shiver down the man's spine.
The man reacted quickly; the instant a chill ran down his spine, he flung out a three-foot-long white nail with his left hand.
The nail emitted an eerie aura and emitted a sharp buzzing sound in the howling wind.
At the same time, a talisman appeared in his right hand, its runes flickering and dancing, seemingly imbued with spiritual energy. Without hesitation, the man crushed it, shouting loudly:
"The target is here, come quickly!"
The sound, imbued with spiritual energy, pierced through the wind and sand, carrying far away.
When You Yueying saw the nail, her eyes narrowed sharply, and she couldn't help but say with some apprehension:
"Soul-Suppressing Nails! That Wan Run is really bold, daring to steal even this thing!"
This Soul-Suppressing Nail is one of the sacred artifacts passed down from ancient times. It is specifically designed to suppress the soul. If one is struck by it, the soul will be imprisoned for eternity, never to be redeemed.
"No, it's a counterfeit. Humph, I thought he really had that much guts."
As soon as the thought stopped, the black mist around him surged out, instantly enveloping the jade box in the Dharma image's hand and putting it away.
Then, You Yueying raised her eyebrows and her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent, and slammed her palm down on the Soul-Suppressing Nail.
The black mist howled, carrying an overwhelming force, shattering the space in its wake.
Seeing this, the man also entered the Dharma image. However, when the Dharma image was struck by the powerful black mist, its massive body was uncontrollably thrown back several feet.
The man inside coughed up a mouthful of blood, revealing a shocking palm print on his body.
However, when the divine soul power that You Yueying had unleashed returned, it was pinned to the void by the Soul-Suppressing Nail and began to be frantically absorbed as a series of buzzing sounds rang out.
As the power of her soul continued to dissipate, the black mist surrounding You Yueying, which she used to conceal her figure, began to dissipate and weaken, as if a curtain had lost its support.
At first, only a faint transparency appeared at the edges, but in the blink of an eye, the black mist quickly dimmed.
Finally, the black mist completely dissipated, and You Yueying's true face was revealed to the man without reservation.
When the man saw You Yueying, dressed in a black dress and exuding a queen-like aura, he understood why Wan Run had gone to such lengths.
This woman is one in a million.
It wasn't just her stunningly beautiful face; her every glance was breathtakingly beautiful.
It was that aloof and indifferent air about her that made it seem as if nothing in the world mattered to her.
She stood quietly amidst the wind and sand, the fierce wind whipping her hair and skirt, yet it did nothing to diminish the powerful aura emanating from her. Only a woman who had ascended to a high position and weathered countless storms could possess such an aura, inspiring both awe and an irresistible urge to conquer.
If even the soul can amaze people, then what kind of captivating existence would a real person be?
A surge of emotion welled up in the man's heart, and his gaze grew even more intense.
He imagined that if he could win over the woman in front of him, he would not only make a great contribution to Wan Run, but also satisfy his unspeakable desire for conquest.
The man stared at You Yueying, his greed growing stronger. A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips. Ignoring his injuries, he spoke in a hoarse voice:
"After more than a year of searching, I have finally found you today. If I can bring you back, I will have accomplished a great feat."
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