A cold glint flashed in Wei Zhongxing's eyes. Elder Bai, who had earlier rebuked Qian Feng, roared, "You dare!" Then he shot into the air and swept out a hand. Ten thousand cold gleams streaked toward Qian Feng. A jade-colored dagger appeared in Qian Feng's palm. He turned its blade, scattering a silver net that instantly enveloped every last gleam.
"Daring to use a blade here? You must have a death wish."
Elder Bai swept out his hand, and a chessboard shimmering with immortal aura descended toward Qian Feng.
No matter how Qian Feng dodged, the net of light formed by the nineteen intersecting lines released by the chessboard stayed trained on him.
"Old Bai, we're all fellow disciples. Why go for the kill?"
A white-bearded elder finally couldn't hold back. He rose to his feet and spoke indignantly.
Elder Bai snorted. "It's not that I'm ruthless. Qian Feng has overstepped his station and disrupted the Middle Executive Council. I warned him again and again, but he remained stubborn, showing contempt for the sect's laws. If he dies here, he'll have brought it on himself."
Qian Feng poured all his strength into controlling the dagger, trying to cut through the net of light, but he still couldn't break it. The pressure the net exerted on him grew heavier by the moment. Once it closed in, it seemed certain to crush him to pieces.
He had planned for every contingency, yet hadn't expected Wei Zhongxing to be so ruthless—and so brazen. "I, Qian, will die here today. I'll die for the sect's good name, and I'll have no regrets!"
Even in despair, Qian Feng didn't forget to make a grand speech. He knew that even if he begged for mercy, the other man wouldn't give him a chance. He'd only make