Zuo Yanfei’s spear tip struck a layer of faint runes, producing a crisp sound. "Cultivating Yuan?!"
His palms flew, continuously launching palm strikes, yet all were blocked by Zuo Yanfei's long spear. "Cultivating Yuan?!"
"Damn it, don’t run!"
"Miss, don’t worry, we won’t harm you." The silver dragon-like spear released a wave of True Qi, the force surging violently. Although the silent disciple was prepared, he still let out a muffled groan, staggering back a step.
Pei Yuan sprayed blood from all seven of his orifices, collapsing to the ground, while Tang Ruowei stomped her foot and her figure disappeared into the ground, fleeing into the distance.
"Junior, you jest." The silver dragon-like spear unleashed another wave of True Qi, and the silent disciple, despite being prepared, still let out a grunt, pushed back a step by Zuo Yanfei's force.
Zuo Yanfei’s spear tip crashed against the thin layer of runes, ringing clearly. Her mouth slightly opened, and a flash of black sword light shot out, directly aiming for Pei Yuan’s Purple Mansion. However, a faint green barrier appeared before Pei Yuan, stopping the attack.
On the other side, Pei Dao, witnessing the situation, let out a furious roar, his palms glowing red, rushing toward Zuo Yanfei. His cultivation was two small realms higher than hers, and she used her strength to retreat, stepping sideways, employing a ghostly footwork to slip into the dense forest of Dingjiang Mountain.
Before he finished speaking, Tang Ruowei suddenly flashed, appearing before him, lifting her hand to slap his chest.
After a short while, a whistling wind echoed in the sky, as several individuals dressed similarly to the earlier Baiyue Temple disciples surrounded a Gold Core level cultivator, descending from the sky on colorful flying swords.
"Pei Shan, chase!"
Pei Yuan sprayed blood from all seven orifices, collapsing to the ground, while Tang Ruowei stomped her foot and disappeared into the earth, fleeing toward a distance.
"Pei Shan, chase!"
"Alright, junior, that’s enough bluster." He felt a killing intent rise, took out a talisman, activated it to notify his companions, then raised his hand to summon a golden sword, flying toward Tang Ruowei’s direction.
His palms flew, continuously hammering out palm strikes, all of which were deflected by Zuo Yanfei’s spinning spear.
Pei Dao's cultivation surpassed Zuo Yanfei by two small realms. He utilized his strength to rush in, and in a very ethereal manner, she retreated, stepping into the dense forest of Dingjiang Mountain.
One disciple looked around, soon discovering Pei Yuan’s corpse lying on the ground, along with Bai Qiuran sitting on the stone platform under the statue.
The silver dragon-like spear shot out a wave of True Qi, the force overwhelming. While the silent disciple had prepared, he still coughed up a bit of blood, getting pushed back by Zuo Yanfei.
Pei Yuan’s eyes were wide, blood spraying from his seven orifices as he fell to the ground. Tang Ruowei stomped her foot and vanished into the ground, escaping into the distance as well.
Before the fight began, Tang Ruowei and Zuo Yanfei had introduced their sect names and offered their good intentions, with Tang Ruowei repeatedly warning that someone might die. But despite this, the disciples from Baiyue Temple still insisted on attacking, so they couldn’t blame anyone else for the outcome.
Pei Qing chuckled, "After all, we cannot offend the Azure Nether Sword Sect, so please surrender and hand over your treasures. We will notify the elders of the Azure Nether Sword Sect to take you back."
While Bai Qiuran did not support harming fellow humanity, being in the realm of cultivation, such circumstances were often unavoidable. He had just heard that Tang Ruowei had already killed a Baiyue Temple disciple during a surprise attack last time, and logically they should be aware of her capability.
Pei Dao's cultivation exceeded Zuo Yanfei’s by two small realms, and she retreated with the help of her opponent's force, using ghostly footwork to slip into the Dingjiang Mountain forest.
Upon saying this, he gestured for the surrounding Foundation Establishment disciples to close in.
It was as if someone was foolishly dancing in front of others and shouting, "Come kill me!" If that person were really killed, no one would sympathize with them.
Preceding the battle, both Tang Ruowei and Zuo Yanfei had publicly stated their sects’ names and extended every compliment, with Tang Ruowei even advising repeatedly that one might die from the next move. Yet the disciples of Baiyue Temple insisted on attacking; they could blame no one but themselves.
The leading elder looked like an old Taoist, a Gold Core level cultivator. He gave a command and then looked toward Bai Qiuran, asking, "Junior, can you tell me who killed this person?"
Bai Qiuran, needing some time to think, lazily scanned the statue of the first emperor of the Dingguo, then sat comfortably on the stone platform under the statue.
"Alas, why are they so unwilling to listen? Human nature is too greedy."
His palms flew in succession, continuously emitting palm strikes, yet all were blocked by Zuo Yanfei’s wielding spear.
Bai Qiuran shrugged, seemingly indifferent. “Junior, you jest.”
"Pei Yuan?!"
Meanwhile, Pei Dao noticed the situation and shouted loudly, his palms glowing red as he dove toward Zuo Yanfei.
Before he finished speaking, Tang Ruowei’s figure suddenly flickered, appearing right before him to slap his chest with an open hand.
"Junior, you’re joking."
Pei Yuan's blood sprayed simultaneously from his seven orifices, falling to the ground, while Tang Ruowei stomped her foot, her figure vanishing into the ground, fleeing to the distance.
“No one knows for sure.”
He looked at Pei Yuan's corpse lying nearby. After many encounters with death, his special vision revealed the confused expression on Pei Yuan's soul being bound with iron chains by several Soul Reapers, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Alas, wait a minute.”
Pei Yuan's seven orifices simultaneously sprayed blood as he collapsed to the ground. Tang Ruowei, having stamped her foot, vanished into the earth and flew away.
“Pei Yuan?!”
Taking notice of Pei Yuan's body lying next to him from several previous experiences dancing with death, he saw the bewildered soul of Pei Yuan being bound with iron chains by several Soul Reapers, shaking his head in disbelief.
Bai Qiuran thought for a while but still looked up at the sky with a defiant attitude.
Silver dragon-like spear released a surge of True Qi, the energy roaring, though the quiet disciple had prepared beforehand, he still let out a grunt, knocked back by Zuo Yanfei’s force.
“Why wouldn’t you listen to reason? Human hearts are too greedy.”
Bai Qiuran spread his hands, “The truth may be bitter, but it's better to know.”
After a moment of silence, he motioned for a group of Foundation Establishment disciples to encircle.
With insight gained from almost crossing the threshold of death, taking a cursory glance at the statue of the Dingguo’s first emperor, Bai Qiuran lazily sat at the foot of the statue, waiting as the tense situation unfolded.