Seeing Master Zhishang Chan agree, Refining Soul Old Ancestor and Ling Daoyi finally relaxed.
Zhou Wenda also couldn't help letting out a quiet sigh of relief.
Ning Wangshu's expression turned cold. He fixed a frigid gaze on Master Zhishang Chan and said, "Are you sure you want to interfere in this matter too?"
Master Zhishang Chan clearly wasn't afraid of Ning Wangshu. He met his gaze and slowly replied, "Amitabha. Fellow Daoist Ning, you've misunderstood. This poor monk doesn't intend to interfere in the matter between you and Daoist Lianhun. I was merely asked by Daoist Lianhun and Fellow Daoist Ling to protect his disciple."
After a pause, he added, "A monk's heart is one of compassion. I don't wish to see what was meant to be a grand gathering for discussing the Dao turn into a blood feud, with someone dying here."
"So I hope Fellow Daoist Ning will understand!"
Seeing how high-mindedly the other man put it, Ning Wangshu couldn't help but sneer. "Good. Very good! I've already given you all a chance. Since you're determined to do this, I'll suppress all three of you right here!"
With that, Ning Wangshu turned directly to Wuxiang Zhenren and ordered, "Wuxiang, kill that Zhou Wenda! If that bald monk dares to stop you, I'll deal with him!"
Ning Wangshu glanced at Master Zhishang Chan, his eyes full of murderous intent.
"Yes, Master!"
Wuxiang Zhenren acknowledged the order and, without hesitation, formed a hand seal and summoned his Flying Sword.
In an instant,
his Flying Sword erupted with a terrifying chill, and a thick layer of frost covered its blade.
Under that icy aura, countless icicles formed in the surrounding air, densely blanketing nearly half the sky!
"Frost Sword Art! Die!"
Wuxiang Zhenren roared.
His Flying Sword swept up the countless