Yun Yuan's disappointment was not merely because Qu Daozi and the Corpse God had been unable to stop Shen Feirong. It was also because the change she had hoped to see had not occurred.
Just as Cai Shu and the others had suddenly appeared in Great East Mountain, no one knew how many masters still lay within a thousand li. Yun Yuan was certain that, within the surrounding thousand li, there were many people who had come for Luo Bei and stood on Luo Bei's side. Even if Qi Lianliancheng handled matters without a drop of water leaking through, there were always changes beyond control at times like this.
Yet no one had come rushing over. Though Yun Yuan had been hoping for a change, such a change was not something human power could control. Perhaps no one had discovered that Luo Bei was here, or perhaps, even if they had, they simply could not arrive in time. Now Yun Yuan and all of Cihang Zhai had exhausted their final strength. Could Cihang Zhai truly still be defeated by Great Freedom Palace, a sect just as secretive yet far more powerful?
After cleaving half the Corpse God's body apart with one sword, Shen Feirong's black greatsword swept down again like a cascading black torrent, cutting toward the Cihang Zhai group—toward Luo Bei.
With Shen Feirong's cultivation, Yun Yuan and the others had no way to block this strike. The power radiating from their bodies shattered the instant it touched the two spinning balls of black radiance coiling around the tip of Shen Feirong's black greatsword.
Then, at that very moment, an octagonal white Vajra Brahma Pillar as thick as an arm, covered in flowing golden Sanskrit, suddenly appeared behind Shen Feirong.
The change Yun Yuan had been waiting for finally