"Got some backbone, though. Seventeen, whose disciple is this?"
"Don't know. From the way they're dressed, they're not from the Perfected Fire Mountain Sect, and definitely not disciples of Qinglyn."
"I remember we've been sweeping through the mountain sects under the Hibiscus Jade Spirit Sect these past few days. None of them wore anything like this."
"There's also an overseas sect called the Green Jade Mountain Sect. Nobody wants to go there. Could they be from that one?"
"Haha, probably."
"Forget it. You there—Twelve, Seventeen, you two go. Take them down first!"
The enemies watched with folded arms while directing the capture.
The two men who looked the sharpest immediately closed in from either side. One wielded a whip, the other a spear—well suited for taking prisoners.
The whip-wielder did not hesitate, snapping his whip toward Yu Ningsui, while the spear-wielder charged straight at Qu Linshang, intent on pinning him down!
Though one was an outer sect elder and the other merely an outer sect disciple, and the master and disciple did not share much affection, they were master and disciple in the end.
Hiss! Hiss!
At the last moment, Yu Ningsui spun around and placed herself before Qu Linshang, unleashing her spatial protective aura.
The instant the whip and spear struck the spatial protective aura, they were hurled away. The weapons themselves were unharmed, but the hands gripping them seemed to have been carved to pieces by countless invisible Sword Qi blades—flesh mangled, bone exposed!
The two men screamed and staggered back wildly, sending the dozen-odd others retreating in fright as well. Their cries rang through the forest.
Yu Ningsui clenched her jade-white teeth, veins bulging on her forehead and hands. She had truly thrown caution to the wind; rage had completely overwhelmed reason.
"Damn it, what kind of