Husband and wife were birds in the same forest; when disaster struck, each flew their own way.
Much less a pair of fellow disciples who were not even married?
Or perhaps, in the eyes of Wan Zhongchen, a direct descendant of a top Sacred Dynasty family, a distant clanswoman was nothing more than a plaything to be sacrificed at any time!
Only at the instant she was pushed away with a palm strike did the woman snap awake as if from a dream. She watched Wan Zhongchen flee using the Mist Crow Movement Technique, while the Demon Dragon charging at her like a fiend, carrying an intense aura of death, was already right before her.
A mocking and venomous smile appeared on her delicate, fair face. Instead of resisting the charging Demon Dragon, she forcibly twisted her body through the air. The instant the Yin and Yang Deities shot out from between her brows, powerful psychic energy flowed into the bell at her sleeve, abruptly launching its cord outward.
"Ding-dong!"
Almost at the exact moment the Demon Dragon's claws tore apart her delicate body, the bell cord rang sharply.
Bang!!—
A mist of blood burst between the Demon Dragon's spread claws.
Some of the blood splattered across the surface of Jiang Dali's cold, hard black armor. His expression shifted slightly as he looked toward the bell cord ten zhang away, still ringing with a "ding-dong."
A psychic impact so faint that it was nearly negligible to him spread out with the woman's hate-filled mental voice as the bell rang, lightly shaking his primordial spirit and echoing through his mind.
"Kill him no matter what!"
This psychic impact clearly affected Wan Zhongchen more severely. The many afterimages he had turned into while fleeing in every direction as a flock of crows