"You..."
Sang Beici's expression was cold and resolute.
"Don't even think about it! Even if I die, I will never hand Zhi'er over to you."
Ying Wu said, "You aren't afraid of death, but what about your fellow sect members? Are they willing to die for Sang Zhi as well?"
A flash of undisguised panic passed through Sang Beici's eyes, yet she still stubbornly replied.
"Don't try to bluff us. The Scarlet Sun Sect's grand protective formation has been improved and reinforced by countless predecessors. Even ordinary Tribulation Transcendence cultivators would find it difficult to breach. If the two of you truly could break the formation, you would have acted long ago. Why waste your breath here?"
"You truly are stubborn beyond redemption. Then I shall break this turtle shell and take him myself."
As Ying Wu spoke, the Azure Luan Sword was already in his hand.
The blade's sharp radiance flickered and surged.
Even with the grand formation's barrier between them, Sang Beici still felt a stabbing pain.
Just as Ying Wu was about to swing his sword, the old man suddenly spoke.
"Wait! Please give this old man a moment. I will certainly give you a satisfactory answer."
Having said that, the old man turned to Sang Beici.
"Elder Sang, please put the lives of the entire sect first."
"Peng Mo, don't even think about it! I will never hand Zhi'er over." Sang Beici refused without hesitation.
"Elder Sang, think thrice." The old man called Peng Mo continued, "The strength of those two remains unknown. Yet that ninth-rank venomous insect alone is already beyond what our Scarlet Sun Sect can contend with. Even if it cannot break the sect-protecting formation, it can still trap us here until we die."
"Peng Mo, after saying all this, you are simply