"Dao Domain?!" Meng Qi's lips twitched, his face filled with despair.
He had been grasping at straws in his desperation and had completely lost his composure.
"Hmph. I reached the second level of the Dao Domain long ago. Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish..." Second Young Master Wang stared coldly at Meng Qi. Raising a hand, countless illusory lights churned within his Dao Domain, condensing into sharp spears of light that blasted toward Meng Qi.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The air howled, and a violent wind rose.
As the phantom light surged, the walls of the pavilion were instantly torn apart.
An indescribably terrifying force locked onto Meng Qi. His body was restrained by the Dao Domain, leaving him unable to move a single inch. He could only watch as the sky-full of light spears bore down on him!
A flash of despair passed through his eyes.
Meng Qi had not advanced to the ninth level long ago. Even among ninth-level cultivators, he was not particularly formidable, while Second Young Master Wang had already reached the second level of the Dao Domain. How could Meng Qi possibly resist him?
And at that very instant—
Wind and thunder roiled, and a phantom-like figure suddenly stepped in front of Meng Qi.
It was Chen Wenhao.
A layer of illusory white light armor rippled and flowed over Chen Wenhao's body.
Boom!
One spear of light after another crashed down, yet none could pierce the light armor surrounding Chen Wenhao. Every impact was completely absorbed.
Chen Wenhao stroked the little fox on his shoulder with one hand, a smile on his face. "Why get so worked up..."
Second Young Master Wang could not help but freeze.
The old man beside him, Elder Xuan, flashed his eyes.
"Young Master, it's a defensive Dao