At the same time, Xuan Tianba's sword techniques grew even more fierce, trying to relieve some of "Liu Ruyan's" pressure.
A barely perceptible cold smile flashed through Ancestor Ganlong's eyes. He knew that this was help sent for him.
Meanwhile, Yang Lingtian, disguised as Liu Ruyan, acted as though he had heard nothing and suddenly charged in.
"Liu Ruyan's" figure was "nimble," and after a few flashes, she had already drawn close to the heart of the battlefield.
Xuan Tianba frowned. The Saintess had actually ignored his orders. Something was wrong.
However, before he could figure it out, the situation suddenly changed.
The originally delicate and holy Liu Ruyan's anxiety and grief vanished without a trace in an instant.
In their place was a chilling coldness and indifference.
Those clear, beautiful eyes of his were now as deep as an ancient frozen abyss, devoid of the slightest emotion.
The gentle aura that had originally belonged to Liu Ruyan faded away in an instant.
A terrifying pressure—domineering beyond compare and looking down upon all beneath heaven—erupted from his body with a thunderous boom.
"You..." Xuan Tianba was startled.
He suddenly sensed that terrifying pressure erupting out of nowhere. His heart turned icy, and an extreme sense of crisis surged through him.
At that moment, Yang Lingtian's figure appeared like a ghost behind him and to the side.
The stunning face that had originally belonged to Liu Ruyan began to undergo a bizarre transformation under Xuan Tianba's horrified gaze.
The contours of the features gradually became sharper and more masculine.
It was a completely different kind of handsomeness, carrying a cold severity and majesty that looked down upon all living beings.
When that unfamiliar face finally settled into place, Xuan Tianba's pupils contracted to their utmost limit.
"You're not the Saintess. Who