After hearing Luo Yuejue's words, Wang Yang nodded perfunctorily. However, he could tell that Luo Yiqiu across from them had a vicious look in his eyes and struck ruthlessly with every move, clearly aiming to kill Luo Yuejue. The fallen Luo Family disciples were likely his handiwork. But that suited Wang Yang perfectly—it gave him an opportunity to make his move.
The moment he swung the sword in his hand, he reached for the handle of the Nine Nether Underworld Dragon Umbrella. Luo Yuejue had long since poured all the Wind-elemental Immortal Yuan Force in her body into the Nether Dragon Umbrella, giving Wang Yang the convincing impression that her Immortal Yuan Force was depleted and she could not hold on much longer—because she truly had nearly drained herself dry.
The instant Wang Yang made his move, Luo Yuejue opened the Nine Nether Underworld Dragon Umbrella. Hei Yao, who had long been waiting impatiently atop the umbrella, flew straight out from its surface and coiled around Wang Yang. The dragon scales gleaming with blackish-purple light became ever more beautiful beneath the moonlight's reflection, yet they overflowed with killing intent.
The raised dragon scales sliced through Wang Yang's protective barrier, making him grunt. He glared viciously at Luo Yuejue and said:
"You bitch, you actually dared to plot against me."
Luo Yuejue could feel the Immortal Yuan Force rapidly draining from her body. She immediately tossed two Immortal Pills into her mouth and returned his glare with equal venom.
"Hmph, you bastard. Don't think I don't know what you're after. You've got your eye on my elder's Natal Immortal Treasure, haven't you? But only if you have the life to take it."
With that, she continued channeling Immortal Yuan Force into the Nine Nether Underworld Dragon Umbrella.
Luo Yiqiu, who had