At the same time.
Zhou Wenda watched in utter shock and overwhelming terror as the Senluo Ghost Soul Seal unleashed by Refining Soul Old Ancestor was intercepted and shattered by Ning Wangshu, casting a desperate glance toward the bright moon wheel seal of Wuxiang Zhenren.
At that moment, a sense of despair rose in his heart, and he felt the boundless terror of approaching death...
Just then, Ling Daoyi below could not help shaking his head with a soft sigh, suddenly making a move to intercept the bright moon wheel seal of Wuxiang Zhenren.
He spoke up, saying, "Fellow daoists, please grant Ling some courtesy. This Dao Discussion Conference is hosted by my Tiandao Sect, and as Ling stated beforehand, this dao discussion is about sparring without crossing the line!"
"No matter what grievances the two of you have with Refining Soul Valley, please resolve them afterward."
Zhou Wenda, who had thought he was certain to die, saw that Ling Daoyi had actually stepped in to block the bright moon wheel seal of Wuxiang Zhenren. He instantly let out a silent breath of relief, a sense of surviving a disaster bubbling up in his chest.
Yet at the mere recollection of how close he had come to perishing on the spot, a chill still involuntarily crept down his spine, beading cold sweat upon his skin as he could not help swallowing hard.
Instantly, he hurriedly cast a grateful look toward Ling Daoyi, then bolted without hesitation to the side of Refining Soul Old Ancestor...
Everyone else present was also startled by these rapid, successive changes in a split second, each wearing an expression of astonishment.
They were amazed that Ling Daoyi had intervened to stop Wuxiang Zhenren's spell, and equally shocked that Ning Wangshu had so easily shattered the Senluo