Ming Yi Saintess wanted to kill Yue Honghai. Though it was clearly only a phantom jade flower, to Yue Honghai it seemed like a colossal hammer shrouding the heavens, crashing down upon him with mountain-like might.
"Wah!"
Yue Honghai gave a strange cry, forcing up his spirits. The muscles on his iron arms bulged, emerald light flickering over the Steel Whip in his right hand as he actually prepared to take that hammer head-on.
"Not good!" Several people cried out in alarm.
Yue Honghai's strength was far inferior to Ming Yi Saintess's. Though his body cultivation was accomplished, Ming Yi Saintess's jade flower hammer had clearly been made to restrain opponents like martial body cultivators.
In such a head-on clash, even if Yue Honghai did not die, he would suffer grievous injuries.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—
Zhi Lan Saintess silently closed in. The bronze disk in her hand enlarged, countless Curse Seals flashing as she prepared to seize the chance to trap Ming Yi Saintess within.
"You fell for it!"
A smile touched Ming Yi Saintess's lips. She abruptly turned to look at Zhi Lan Saintess, flipped her palm, and a jade needle suddenly appeared in her hand. Then it vanished in an instant, shooting straight at Zhi Lan Saintess's brow.
"I had meant to give this to that Sword Cultivator, but since you seek death, you can have it instead!"
Green light blazed from the jade needle, its tip radiating razor-sharp edge that made Zhi Lan Saintess's brow ache faintly.
Zhi Lan Saintess's pupils contracted sharply. She desperately tilted her head aside while surging with True Qi, protecting herself with all her strength.
But...
The jade needle broke a surface with a point, and the distance was too close. Though she had already used her full strength, she had no