At a thought.
A layer of Golden Light Sacred Robe draped itself over Murong Wanwan...
It erupted with holy radiance, as dazzling and eye-catching as the blazing sun!
An imposing might of utmost firmness and pure yang, before which all evil retreated, swept outward.
The sea of golden flames that could instantly incinerate Golden Core cultivators could do nothing to her.
It was as though this graceful figure were a deity or Buddha, invulnerable to all arts and untouched by ten thousand calamities.
Boom!
An ultimate streak of chaotic-colored Sword Qi effortlessly cleaved apart True Lord Feng Ling's protective barrier.
An instant later!
A hole appeared between True Lord Feng Ling's brows, spiritual blood and milky-white brain matter flowing from it.
Bang!
With her Nascent Soul destroyed and her life force extinguished, True Lord Feng Ling toppled straight to the ground.
Even at death's door, she stared fixedly at Ancestor Zhong's broken body, a trace of regret surfacing in her eyes.
True Lord Feng Ling knew that all of this must have been caused by Murong Wanwan.
Otherwise, how could a cultivator with such peerless battle prowess suddenly appear here and impersonate Murong Wanwan?
Perhaps even the secret art protecting Murong Wanwan's Sea of Consciousness had been bestowed by this cultivator?
Had she known it would implicate her husband, she would certainly have abandoned her previous scheme.
But it was too late!
Everything was too late!
This was True Lord Feng Ling's final thought before death, after which her consciousness sank forever into darkness!
And at that very instant!
The sky-piercing Sword Qi transformed into a river of Sword Qi of unfathomable power. Like a blazing sun sweeping away dark clouds, it burst forth with heaven-shaking radiance, piercing through the sea of golden flames pouring down from the Ten Thousand