The killing trap in the wilderness shifted. The Heaven Mending Martial Champion was defeated in half a move, and the three venerables were all caught in the aftermath. The situation instantly became precarious.
Ning Chen moved, sword light crisscrossing. An unshakable force erupted, its heaven-cleaving, sea-sundering momentum splitting the world for a hundred miles and even slicing open a huge black void in space.
The three Heaven Mending venerables were shaken. Joining forces to condense their essence, they stood before it and forcibly met the sword light.
With a thunderous crash, blood splattered. The three venerables staggered back repeatedly, unable to withstand the might of the ultimate path.
"Don't clash with him head-on. You are no match for him."
Qi Wenzhu forcibly suppressed the injuries within him and spoke.
The three venerables steadied themselves and nodded slightly. Looking at the red-clad young man before them, their eyes were filled with wariness.
"Qi Wenzhu, you truly are in a sorry state."
Just then, thunder roared through the skies. A man in purple appeared, powerful aura surging from his body, not inferior in the slightest to anyone present.
"Right Protector!"
Seeing the newcomer, the three venerables' expressions changed sharply as they said in surprise.
"Jiang Yun, why have you come here?"
Qi Wenzhu looked at the purple-clad man who had entered the battle, his expression turning grave.
"The Pavilion Master feared something might happen to you, so he sent me to assist. I did not expect the Pavilion Master's prediction to come true."
Jiang Yun's gaze swept over the red-clad young man ahead. "So this is the Ninth Son of Ink Sect? Truly a dragon among men, a phoenix among birds. One man actually made three Supreme Elders and one Martial Champion of my Heaven Mending Pavilion suffer such a great loss."