The mirror instantly erupted with dazzling radiance, blocking the longsword's sneak attack.
The three turned around and saw Liu Wenfeng, who had been knocked back by the mirror.
Shang Yu's expression turned visibly ugly. "You again!"
Liu Wenfeng chuckled, carrying a trace of shameless smugness. "I should thank you, Fellow Daoist Shang. If not for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lived to this day."
Lin Qi seemed to see a sword driven straight into Shang Yu's heart.
Saving an ungrateful wretch was one thing, but this ungrateful wretch had tried to stab her in the back again and again.
Lin Qi could not help observing two seconds of silence for Shang Yu.
The anger Shang Yu had barely suppressed surged upward with a thud-thud-thud, instantly igniting completely.
"Then I'll send you to see the King of Hell again!"
The moment she spoke, Shang Yu vanished from where she stood.
In the blink of an eye, she was locked in battle with Liu Wenfeng.
Only by watching the two fight did Lin Qi realize that Liu Wenfeng was actually a heavy-sword cultivator, specializing in breaking ten thousand techniques with a single force.
Moreover, the injuries on his body seemed to have already healed.
Shang Yu used an ordinary light sword. Facing Liu Wenfeng now, she was actually finding it somewhat strenuous.
Qing Gui looked left, then right. "Should we go help?"
Lin Qi asked sincerely, "Can you help? I don't think I can."
There was a gulf as vast as heaven and earth between their cultivation levels. Lin Qi had the will but lacked the strength.
If she went up now, never mind helping—if she did not cause trouble, that would already be passable.
Qing Gui pondered briefly. "Maybe I can."
Lin Qi understood instantly. "You've got quite a few