"Utter nonsense. The one who killed Duanmu Ji Shuang was clearly you. Did you think you could deceive the Demon Sect's elders?"
Duanmu Ling'er abruptly rose to her feet, frost in her eyes. Profound qi gathered in her pupils, and two streaks of sword light flew from them, attacking Lin Zhirong.
Having entered the third level of the Worldly Detachment Realm, her cultivation had advanced further. The two sword lights pierced through a layer of the Iron Prison's formation barrier and blasted forward.
"Sister Ling Er, your cultivation has risen another level. How delightful. What a pity that you are now merely a prisoner."
The corner of Lin Zhirong's mouth curled slightly, his expression full of contempt.
With a sweep of his arm, he formed a Present World Treasure Wheel, which rolled up the two sword lights and sent them flying back into Duanmu Ling'er's legs, blasting two bloody holes through them.
The sound of bones shattering rang out.
Both streaks of sword qi had struck Duanmu Ling'er's leg bones.
Duanmu Ling'er felt the bones in both legs break. The pain was enough to tear her apart, blood streaming freely as she collapsed onto the ground.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, yet she did not cry out. Clenching her teeth, she said, "You dare... break my legs? My father will kill you!"
Duanmu Ling'er's five fingers tightly clutched the hem of her clothes as she endured the agonizing pain.
Ning Xiaochuan's gaze turned cold, wisps of electricity flowing from his fingertips.
Lin Zhirong sneered. "Do you think you still have a chance to live? Duanmu Ling'er colluded with people from the imperial court and betrayed the Demon Sect. The imperial court's army has already arrived beneath Nine Deaths Cliff. You committed a monstrous crime, and you still