Di Shitian's expression turned so gloomy it seemed water might drip from it.
He naturally knew that Chen Yiyue would appear at the critical moment.
That was why he had held back at the very beginning of his battle against Yang Lingtian, preserving his strength.
He had originally planned to rely on his own strength, together with the siege of more than a hundred Peak Heavenly God cultivators, to kill Chen Yiyue even if she appeared.
But that depended on Chen Yiyue's strength remaining the same as before.
Yet Chen Yiyue had actually broken through to the Half-step Saint God Realm, completely exceeding his expectations.
This caused the battle to begin slipping from his control, and he no longer felt as though everything was proceeding according to plan.
"Yiyue?"
Yang Lingtian looked at that familiar yet faintly strange figure, surprise and warmth flashing through his eyes.
He could sense that the aura around Chen Yiyue had become incomparably powerful.
"Husband, I'm sorry for being late."
Chen Yiyue landed beside Yang Lingtian. Seeing the injuries covering him, a trace of heartache and icy killing intent flashed through her eyes.
A flash of light gleamed in her hand, and a similarly ice-blue divine sword appeared in it.
Cold air coiled around the blade, as though it could freeze all things.
"Yiyue, be careful. They have the numbers, and Di Shitian is here too," Yang Lingtian warned.
"It's nothing." Chen Yiyue's tone was calm, yet filled with powerful confidence.
She looked toward Di Shitian and the hundred or so prodigies, her gaze icy cold.
"Whoever hurts him dies!" Her frigid voice sounded like the sentence of death itself.
"Hmph, another one coming to throw her life away." Di Shitian came back to himself, and the killing intent in his eyes grew even stronger.