A breeze swept past.
The Blood mist dispersed. Ning Wangshu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, as though nothing had happened.
But the others present were as silent as cicadas in winter. Each stared at Ning Wangshu with fear and a touch of awe, swallowing nervously.
Wang Lingxiao, Hua Juechen, and Yao Shengxue were no different.
They had witnessed Ning Wangshu destroy even Youquan Demon Lord's Dharma Body with a single palm strike. Any thought of continuing to oppose him had vanished from their minds, leaving only fear.
Just then, Ning Wangshu's gaze swept over them.
Wang Lingxiao and the others' hearts lurched. They felt a sudden unease and trepidation, and their breathing grew hurried.
Not one of them dared say another word.
Fortunately, Ning Wangshu's gaze lingered on them only briefly before moving on to the others. Wang Lingxiao, Hua Juechen, and Yao Shengxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Only then did they notice that cold sweat had soaked their backs and dampened their collars...
"You have three breaths to get out of here!"
At Ning Wangshu's words, the others seemed to have been granted a reprieve. Without hesitation, they turned and fled in panic.
Wang Lingxiao, Hua Juechen, and Yao Shengxue did the same.
But the moment they moved, Ning Wangshu's voice rang out again. "You lot, get back here! Did I say you could leave?"
At his words, Wang Lingxiao, Hua Juechen, and Yao Shengxue stiffened, their faces changing dramatically.
The others also paused instinctively and turned around.
When they saw Ning Wangshu was referring to Wang Lingxiao and the others, they breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly continued fleeing...
"What... what do you want?"
Wang Lingxiao forced himself to stay calm as he shouted.
Ning Wangshu glanced at him and