Before the Ji family's sacred hall, the battle had ended. The appearance of the one who knew fate had caught everyone off guard. The Ji family had suffered a crushing defeat, and blood stained every inch of the ground.
The Ji family's Grand Elder had been severely wounded. Above, even the immortal cauldron had lost its radiance, becoming exceptionally dim.
Ning Chen lowered the sword in his hand and handed the power of life and death to the woman beside him.
A beautiful curve lifted at Lin Yuzhen's lips. This Young Master Ning truly was remarkably clever.
The Phoenix Cry Sword rose, its sword light flickering. Lin Yuzhen looked at the old man before her, the killing intent on her face utterly undisguised.
"Ji Baichuan, choose a better family in your next life. The Ji family does not suit a fool like you."
As her words fell, the Phoenix Cry Sword in Lin Yuzhen's hand descended, slashing toward the man before her.
Just then, a blue-white figure stepped out from a side hall not far away. In an instant, he had arrived before the sacred hall, his two fingers pressed together as they clamped down on the Phoenix Cry Sword with a ringing clang.
"King Qi, please show mercy," Ji Yuechu said, looking at the two before him.
"Holy Lord!"
Upon seeing the figure before the sacred hall, one Ji family expert after another endured their wounds and knelt on one knee in salute.
"Withdraw and tend to your wounds," Ji Yuechu said calmly.
"Yes."
The crowd hesitated briefly, then respectfully accepted the order.
"Grand Elder, you should also go tend to your wounds."
Ji Yuechu's gaze swept over the man behind him as he spoke indifferently.
Ji Baichuan clenched his fists, but ultimately loosened them. He bowed, then turned