Feng Jiuru backed away in panic. "I have a way to persuade them to come back and continue. I'll go find them right now."
Da Minglun's eyes flew open, and he said blandly, "Are you making a fool of me?"
"No, no... I'll go find them right now." Feng Jiuru tossed out those words, turned, and shot away at top speed. Da Minglun snorted coldly. The palms he had tucked within his sleeves emerged, and his ten fingers flicked out ten light spheres in rapid succession. Though launched later, they arrived first, catching Feng Jiuru in an instant.
Feng Jiuru looked back and was immediately scared out of his wits. He cried out, "My lord, please show mercy for Jueqing Palace's sake..." Before he could finish, the ten light spheres abruptly transformed into ten face-sized moon wheels, weaving into a net as they minced toward him. Feng Jiuru instantly knew it was too late to say anything. Da Minglun had already developed murderous intent. His figure rapidly blinked through the air, shifting positions again and again, yet the ten moon wheels followed him like shadows. With his abilities, he simply could not shake them off.
Hard-pressed to cope, Feng Jiuru gritted his teeth and decided to go all out. He summoned his flying sword and began to fight back. A fierce gleam flashed through Da Minglun's eyes as he shouted, "Bold! You dare resist?" He flung out a palm toward the sky, and the ten moon wheels suddenly moved like dreams and phantoms, slicing silver arcs through the void. Their thunderous might made one feel as though bolts of lightning had struck from a clear sky.
At that very instant, a shrill scream of "Ah..." rang out from nowhere, and a cloud of blood mist exploded in the air. The