"Hey, you vile thief! Don't hurt that woman!"
Ying Wu let out a thunderous shout, her figure streaking through the air like a beam of light.
Several thousand miles away, three male cultivators were besieging a woman.
All four were Spirit Transformation cultivators.
The woman had already been driven into a desperate corner, barely holding on with a golden bronze bell.
Yet the spiritual radiance emanating from the bronze bell flickered between bright and dim, on the verge of dispersing at any moment.
The woman had already fallen into despair, but upon hearing Ying Wu's voice, hope instantly burst forth in her eyes.
The three male cultivators immediately turned toward the source of the voice.
However, Ying Wu's escape speed was too fast—so fast that neither their eyes nor their divine senses could catch her.
The three were greatly alarmed and hurriedly tried to flee.
But in the next moment, a sharp killing intent suddenly emerged, leaving them too frightened to make the slightest move.
Only then did the three realize that a flying sword had somehow appeared before them.
—Its cold gleam flickered, its sword intent chilling to the bone.
The three had no doubt that with but a thought from its wielder, they would be cut down where they stood.
A figure flashed, and Ying Wu arrived.
Her gaze swept across the four of them one by one before finally settling on the three men.
"You three gang up on a defenseless woman. Your crime deserves death."
After saying this, Ying Wu did not immediately act. Instead, she addressed the woman.
"Rest assured. With me here, they will not harm you in the slightest."
"Th-thank you, Senior." The woman was evidently both shocked and overjoyed by Ying Wu's rescue, yet found it difficult to believe. For a moment,