He paid no attention to his daughter's cries and slapped Yiyi across the face!
Yi Yi was just a low-level cultivator. This palm strike came down on her head, leaving her no way to avoid it. She wanted to escape, but she felt as if the spiritual energy on her body suddenly solidified, and she was unable to move.
The sister behind her quickly turned and fled towards the outside of Guangming Sect, clearly knowing that the Demon Sect Master had failed at Guangming Sect and that staying would only hinder him. However, before escaping, she imprisoned Yiyi, naturally because she had no sisterly affection for Yiyi.
Yiyi understood this as well, and a look of despair appeared in her eyes. She saw that Shen Wangshu's gaze towards her was full of contempt and disdain, and then the Demon Sect Master's spiritual light struck her. The dark demonic energy swept over her body, and in the blink of an eye, the beautiful young girl turned into nothingness.
Shen Wangshu was quite satisfied that not even his primordial spirit remained.
Yiyi killed Lingxiao back then, and now she's dying at the hands of her own father; it's only right that she gets her just deserts.
The Demon Sect Master, still seething with anger, fixed his gaze on Shen Wangshu, his eyes filled with deep-seated resentment.
That magical artifact held his hope of advancing to the Mahayana stage, but it was destroyed by the woman opposite him!
He also kept a close eye on the fox that was jumping in Shen Wangshu's hand, wagging its tail and showing off.
This fox was small and chubby, its legs barely visible, its fur glossy and smooth, looking extremely pampered. But ordinary pampering wouldn't allow it to shatter his magical artifact with a single claw! He trembled with rage, gritting his teeth and trying to suppress his anger for a long time, struggling to avoid further conflict with Shen Wangshu. However, he could no longer hold back, roaring furiously as one arm pulled a jet-black longsword from thin air and lunged towards Shen Wangshu.
The two cultivators, who were at the half-step Mahayana stage, were locked in battle in the blink of an eye.
The sky and clouds seemed to mourn, and a huge fluctuation of spiritual energy transformed into a wave that swept outwards.
Under the suppression of the killing intent of the two high-level cultivators, the entire Guangming Sect trembled. Further away, mountain peaks were leveled by sword light, but in the blink of an eye, new mountain peaks rose from the ground and were lifted up by the two cultivators and thrown at each other.
However, before those mountains could reach their respective fronts, they were shattered into nothingness by the spiritual energy.
Within a radius of ten thousand miles of Guangming Sect, a snow-covered land had been formed, and the land was frozen solid. Demonic energy surged and trembled, and the two spiritual forces clashed with each other, annihilating or surging, squeezing everything around them into fragments.
High above in the vast sky, sword light shone in all directions, even tearing space apart into tiny spatial rifts.
Two cultivators fought and fought among them, each swing of their swords drawing the spatial rifts into them.
Their voices became blurred in the distorted space, but the disciples of Guangming Sect, struggling against the fierce winds in the sky, could still vaguely see two distinctly different figures.
Whether it was the Lingxiao Daoist who protected them, or the ruthless Demon Sect Master of the demonic path, both of them were actually cultivators standing at the very pinnacle of cultivation. Their charisma and power were images they would never forget, etched into their very being. After an unknown amount of time, a mournful cry suddenly rang out, the demonic energy abruptly dissipated, and ice and snow spread unchecked.
The tall figure staggered in mid-air, then turned and fled.
He was in a terrible state; his once imposing black armor was now tattered, his cloak was long gone, and his only remaining arm was riddled with holes.
He fled ahead, when a sharp sword cry rang out from behind. A sword light descended from the sky, piercing the air and slashing down at him.
The Demonic Sect Master roared and tore off a piece of his own thigh, throwing it behind him. A cloud of blood mist exploded, and the sword light seemed to freeze for a moment as it cut into the blood mist. In that instant of pause, the Demonic Sect Master spat out another mouthful of blood, and with the help of blood escape, he instantly disappeared, reappearing in the main hall of the Guangming Sect.
He saw the high-level cultivators in the main hall looking at him in horror, their limbs going limp with fear, a ruthless glint flashing in their eyes. However, upon hearing the sword's cry erupting above his head, he didn't hesitate any longer, grabbed the unconscious Yue Xizhi, and left.
He left so decisively that even when Daoist Xiwu struck him in the back with a beam of spiritual light, it had no effect on him.
The sect leader of Guangming Sect stared blankly up at Shen Wangshu, who stood alone in the sky.
Her white robes fluttered, and her eyes still held a sharp edge after a battle; her endless radiance made people afraid to meet her gaze.
"Half-step Mahayana?" he murmured.
"Is the Sect Leader no longer worried?" If the Sect Leader hadn't been held captive by him, Daoist Xiwu would have had no doubt that he would have risked his life. Seeing the disbelief on the old man's face, he smiled confidently.
Of course, he was also unaware that Shen Wangshu had advanced to the half-step Mahayana realm, but his confident demeanor at this moment further demonstrated the close relationship between Daojun and Lingxiao Daozun. His calm smile and composed demeanor conveyed a sense of unspoken understanding. This expression clearly intimidated the Guangming Sect Leader.
"When did Junior Sister advance to the next level?" he asked, grabbing Xi Wu Daojun.
Xi Wu Dao Jun knows nothing.
He continued to smile, looking at his sect leader with tender eyes.
"That demon star is finally gone, otherwise I was really worried he would have massacred the Guangming Sect." A whisper came from the side.
"But he escaped," someone else muttered in a low voice. "Releasing a tiger back to the mountain is a recipe for disaster! Today we've already severed his arm, making this feud even worse. This Demonic Sect Master is a vengeful man; he'd kill his own daughter without hesitation, let alone us. What will happen if his disciples encounter demonic cultivators in the future?"
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