Han Yun frowned and urged her again. "Miss Duanmu, you should go back! This is the Demonic Sect Main Altar. Even if you escape the Demonic Sect Iron Prison, you still won't be able to escape Nine Deaths Cliff."
Han Yun possessed cultivation at the sixth level of the Worldly Detachment Realm. He could easily kill ten martial artists at the third level of the Worldly Detachment Realm.
Through their exchange just now, Han Yun had also seen Ning Xiaochuan's formidable cultivation. He was a youthful genius, a young supreme talent, fully capable of fighting across realms.
Precisely because of this, once they fought, Han Yun absolutely could not hold back. Otherwise, he might not be able to keep Ning Xiaochuan here. When that happened, Duanmu Ling'er would inevitably be hurt.
That was why he had tried to persuade Duanmu Ling'er to return to the iron prison on her own.
Duanmu Ling'er said, "Grandpa Han, can't you simply let us leave?"
"It is my duty! I'm sorry, Miss."
Knowing that he could not persuade Duanmu Ling'er, Han Yun released the Profound Qi within his body and condensed seventy-two Profound Qi battle swords outside himself, arranging them into a sword formation.
The martial artists from the Demonic Sect Iron Prison caught up as well, blocking Ning Xiaochuan and Duanmu Ling'er's retreat.
Ning Xiaochuan did not waste words. His gaze swept over all directions, the Dragon-Slaying Blade hovering above his head. Specks of light streamed from his arms, transforming into more than a hundred dazzling stars that packed the entire space.
From among the stars, a silver moon flew forth, erupting with blinding radiance. It hovered in the air and slashed toward Han Yun.
Whoosh!
Every "star" was a deadly weapon, part of a Martial Dao Divine Power. They wounded many Demon