"What?"
Yu Wujie's actions had set everyone's nerves on edge.
Luolan Xue and Yin Luoli especially felt their hearts lodge in their throats. It was not that they feared anything happening to Yi Feng—after all, Yu Wujie did not have that kind of ability.
What they feared was that Yu Wujie would offend Yi Feng because of this, bringing his wrath down upon the entire Qingshan Sect.
Old Ancestor Qingshan had been maintaining his relationship with Yi Feng with the utmost care, terrified of showing even the slightest discourtesy. If Yu Wujie truly brought that sword down, all their previous efforts would go down the drain.
The Qingshan Sect would likely face a calamity of utter destruction.
"Stop!"
Almost at the same moment, Yin Luoli and Luolan Xue struck. One before and one behind, the two women sent two powerful palm imprints crashing toward Yu Wujie.
"Mas—"
Seeing that it was the two women, Yu Wujie's face changed in alarm. In terms of seniority, they stood far above him, but before he could address them, their attacks slammed straight into him.
Bang! Bang!
The two palms sent Yu Wujie flying, and he crashed heavily to the ground.
"Mas—"
Yu Wujie scrambled up, about to speak, only for another pair of earth-shattering attacks from the two women to meet him.
It was hard to imagine the fury in their hearts at that moment. They did not even dare think about the consequences. Setting everything else aside, if Old Ancestor Qingshan learned of this, it would likely trigger a massive upheaval throughout the Qingshan Sect.
The moment he sat up, Yu Wujie was sent flying again, blood spurting from his mouth.
"I... why are you attacking me?"
His face was filled with confusion.
But before his words had even faded, Luolan Xue flicked out her jade-like hand. A green sleeve shot out like a long serpent, winding around Yu Wujie's neck and lifting him into the air.
Qingshan Palm.
While he hung in midair, Yin Luoli turned her jade palm over, and a powerful palm imprint struck directly into Yu Wujie's chest.
"Ah!"
Yu Wujie let out a miserable cry. His chest suddenly caved in, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Even this did not quell the two women's fury. Three Feet of Clear Wind slid from their sleeves, its edge aimed straight at Yu Wujie's throat.
At the side, Peng Ying's little face had gone deathly pale. She covered her red lips with both hands, at a complete loss for what to do. She had no idea what had happened or why things had turned out this way.
Yi Feng's eyes, however, gleamed.
It was his first time seeing cultivators fight from such close range. They really were formidable!
Luolan Xue in particular seemed quite impressive. No wonder that old Qingshan fellow had been willing to go without food just to send her off to cultivate!
He had to admit, he was rather moved that the two women had stepped in for him.
"Kneel."
The women's voices were ice-cold. No one doubted that, in the next moment, they would take Yu Wujie's life outright.
"I... what exactly did I do wrong?"
Blood dripped constantly from Yu Wujie's mouth. His eyes were unfocused, his breath weak, yet he still unwillingly demanded an answer from the two women. Your seniority may be higher than mine, but you can't bully me like this, can you?
"Still talking back?"
Hearing that, the two women's anger flared anew.
What had he done wrong? That one sword of his had nearly wiped out the Qingshan Sect, yet after such a colossal blunder, he still showed no remorse. The two women slapped Yu Wujie across the face again and again, showing him not the slightest mercy.
In no time, Yu Wujie had been beaten into a pig's head by the two women, sprawled on the ground and barely clinging to life.
Only then did the two women hurry back to Yi Feng's side and say apologetically, "Sir, we are truly sorry. We gave you a fright."
After saying that, the two women lowered their heads.
At the side, Yin Xiong and the others did not even dare breathe too loudly. Who could have expected such an accident to occur?
However.
Seeing this scene, Peng Ying was suddenly startled.
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