At this moment, chaos filled the Daoist temple.
Ming He had just stepped into the outer hall of the Qing Xu Palace when a sudden ambush came from all sides.
These were trusted disciples set by Qing Xu, originally intended to attack Han Men and Qin Yi, but now they all fell under Ming He’s grasp.
In an instant, arrays surged and the earth trembled, as dark flames howled. Several Daoists, armed with peach wood swords, muttered incantations, while talismans surrounded Ming He, shimmering with various magical lights.
Ming He remained expressionless, her delicate fingers flicked as if plucking a flower from the void.
With a sudden “pop!” the earth tremors ceased, the dark flames quieted down, the formations burst apart, and all the talismans turned to ash.
Ming He pointed her finger, and a white light enveloped several Daoists, tightening suddenly and binding them completely.
An ambush that could trouble even a great demon like Han Men vanished in an instant, utterly dismantled by Ming He.
But in the next moment, her usually cool demeanor changed; she frowned and stared ahead.
Yang County Magistrate and others hurried in, with Qin Yi and Han Men leisurely following behind, witnessing the scene in the hall.