Luo Ying was also taken aback by what she saw.
She was shocked by what Ning Wangshu had said, and just as shocked that Fang Lang had really decided to attack.
Fang Lang had already formed his seals in an instant. A surge of green energy rose behind him and abruptly transformed into a towering ancient tree. Countless verdant branches shot forth like a volley of arrows, surging toward Ning Wangshu from all sides. Luo Ying's heart tightened.
She cried out instinctively, "Senior, watch out!"
To a large extent, this dispute had been caused by Ning Wangshu's final remark.
But perhaps because Ning Wangshu had earlier mentioned that she looked extremely like an old friend of his named Luo Han—and because her Aunt Master had reacted so strangely after Luo Ying told her about it—Luo Ying felt that she might truly have some connection to the old friend Ning Wangshu had mentioned.
Subconsciously, she found herself leaning even more toward Ning Wangshu.
Now that Fang Lang had made his move, she couldn't help warning him.
But her cultivation was only at Peak Golden Core, and she hadn't even reached the Nascent Soul stage. Fang Lang, meanwhile, was at the Nascent Soul Late stage. She had no way to stop him.
Besides, she didn't know Ning Wangshu's exact cultivation. But she had heard of Fang Lang. She knew he was a Nascent Soul Late stage powerhouse, and that the Ancient Wood Collapse Cloud Technique he was using was an extremely powerful spell.
Few people at the same cultivation level could withstand it.
So she couldn't help worrying about Ning Wangshu.
Unlike Luo Ying, who was tense and worried, the others saw Fang Lang unleash his signature Ancient Wood Collapse Cloud Technique and couldn't help sneering. Many even looked gleeful.
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