At the Yin Gui Sect, a phoenix descended. Killing intent filled the air, phoenix fire surging over its body and reflecting the morning sun, burning the entire sky blood-red.
Above the Trapping Immortal Sword, red light crisscrossed for a hundred li, sealing off every path of retreat.
Within the Yin Gui Sect's sacred hall, the Yin Gui Sect Master opened her eyes and rose to stand before the hall. Watching the red-clad figure descend from the heavens in the distance, ripples flickered through her autumn-water eyes.
"Is he the person Dan Ji took away back then?" the Yin Gui Sect Master asked.
"Reporting to Master, it is him," the Yin Gui Saintess answered.
"Do you know who he is?" the Yin Gui Sect Master asked coldly.
"This disciple does not," the Yin Gui Saintess said, shaking her head.
"The Ninth Son of Ink Sect."
The Yin Gui Sect Master's voice was icy.
The Yin Gui Saintess's body trembled, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Before the Yin Gui Sect, the seven Heavenly Maidens emerged together. Seven spiritual artifacts—a pipa, an ancient zither, a longsword, and others—each displayed their power as they joined forces to block the intruder.
"Stand down."
Ning Chen's expression chilled. Taishi revealed its edge in his right hand. With a single slash, peerless sword might surged forth, blasting the seven Heavenly Maidens away.
"Urgh."
The result held no suspense. Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, the seven Heavenly Maidens all let out muffled groans after just one sword strike, flying away in blood.
Ning Chen strode past them without sparing the seven another glance, walking step by step toward the Yin Gui sacred hall.
Before the sacred hall, the Yin Gui Sect Master took a lotus step, her figure like a startled swan. An alluring aura coiled