Yunxi's words were not only meant for Wei Yunqing, but also for the other Nascent Soul Cultivators harboring the same thoughts. In such desperate circumstances, there would always be people clinging to wishful thinking, believing themselves to be the special exception. Unfortunately, such thoughts were often the easiest to exploit.
Although Buddha Son Yunchen had already explained the dilemma they faced, who would willingly die when they could live? By exposing such thoughts in public, Yunxi meant to make everyone abandon any notion of looking out only for themselves. They had already entered the chessboard; there was no chance to withdraw halfway through.
Yunqing was frightened by Yunxi's tangible threat. Her eyes reddened once more as she glared furiously at Yunxi, spiritual energy rippling around her body as though she were about to pounce the next instant.
Yunxi snorted coldly and was about to strike and destroy the other woman's Dantian when Han Lian, unable to watch any longer, flicked a water ball at Wei Yunqing. The water ball burst over Yunqing's head, and icy water poured over her from head to toe. Yunqing cried out, and her reason instantly returned.
"Amitabha! Fellow cultivator Wei, you have been affected by the Evil Souls here!"
Buddha Son Yunchen proclaimed a Buddhist title and flicked a Buddhist bead into Wei Yunqing's hand. The bead gave off a gentle halo, instantly calming her mind, which had been clouded by rage.
Wei Yunqing collapsed onto the ground, clutching the Buddhist bead tightly in her hand. Then she saw Yunxi watching her with a half-smile, casually flexing her fist.
Wei Yunqing's face went pale at once, and all the red faded from her eyes. The pain of bones shattering seemed to return, and she immediately lowered her head in fright. How had she dared glare