Rong Xuan, who had been blasted straight out of the hall by the invisible yet incomparably powerful force emanating from Luo Bei, rose to her feet again after crashing heavily onto the mountain path.
Rong Xuan knew very clearly which Daoist Art of the Jing Nian Tong Ming Jue this invisible yet powerful force from Luo Bei came from. She also fully understood just how devastating it was when fueled by Luo Bei's formidable true essence. Yet aside from the injuries caused when her flying sword had been knocked away, Rong Xuan, who had been sent flying outright, had not suffered any severe harm.
Under Luo Bei's control, that powerful force had merely flung her away rather than crushing straight through her.
But this single strike from Luo Bei had utterly destroyed all of Rong Xuan's confidence and fighting spirit. After getting back up, Rong Xuan was truly ashen-hearted, for she knew perfectly well that she could never again become the head of Cihang Zhai. Having cultivated the Jing Nian Tong Ming Jue to the seventh level, Rong Xuan could likewise sense the aura of Poison Dragon Venerable fighting Ming Ruo. If Poison Dragon Venerable could overpower Ming Ruo, she would not have been so completely incapable of resisting Luo Bei. Even if Poison Dragon Venerable and Nan Liyue could defeat Ming Ruo and Luo Bei next, that was no longer the outcome she wanted.
For if Poison Dragon Venerable and Nan Liyue emerged victorious, Cihang Zhai would have no possibility of surviving. By then, she would be of no use whatsoever to either Poison Dragon Venerable or Nan Liyue.
But being ashen-hearted was only relative. When people suffered an even greater blow, they discovered that the blow they had suffered before was not the most devastating one after all.