Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. The Sect Master of Vajra Gate had mastered the Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill; even blades and spears could not harm him, much less the mouthparts of these animals. Seeing him use the Great Vajra Finger to grab at Lan Fenghuang's fair, delicate neck, clearly intending to crush a flower with ruthless hands, Song Qingshu could no longer stand by. He lightly flicked a finger hidden within his sleeve, sending two streams of sword qi toward the back of the Sect Master of Vajra Gate's head.
Just as the Sect Master of Vajra Gate was about to seize Lan Fenghuang, he suddenly sensed danger and hastily dodged aside. Though he possessed the Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill, the back of the head was one of the human body's most vulnerable areas. How could he recklessly test it with his own body?
The two streams of sword qi struck a nearby pillar, blasting away a shower of splinters and leaving behind two deep round holes. The Sect Master of Vajra Gate's pupils contracted. He no longer pursued Lan Fenghuang and instead warily scanned his surroundings. "Which master is hiding in the shadows? Please come out and show yourself."
"Hahaha, Sect Master, your ears and eyes are indeed sharp. You noticed me the moment I arrived." A bold voice rang out. Everyone turned to see a tall foreign elder with slightly wavy hair emerging from the nearby woods.
"I was wondering who it was. So it is Mr. Ouyang of White Camel Mountain Villa." The Sect Master of Vajra Gate cupped his hands, his expression growing increasingly grave. The Western Venom's fame was well known. He was not necessarily afraid of him, but few in the world wished to make an enemy like that.
Song Qingshu secretly breathed a sigh