At once, Ye Xuan felt as though he had been locked onto, cold sweat pouring down his entire body.
Over this period, Ren Xiaoyao had fed him no small number of heavenly treasures, forcibly raising him to the Nascent Soul Late Stage.
Yet he had not fully mastered this power. Faced with a sword phantom comparable to the full-force strike of a peak Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, he had no way to withstand it.
Ye Fan sensed that something was wrong and immediately roared, "You unfilial son! What are you trying to do?!"
"It has nothing to do with me. I merely feel that this sword phantom is about to lose control," Ye Yu said blandly.
The instant his words fell, the sword phantom erupted with a sword cry, turning into a fleeting shadow as it shot straight toward Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan was horrified. He hurriedly dragged over Ye Qingqing, who was still standing there in a daze, and placed her in front of himself.
Before Ye Qingqing could react, she felt a sharp aura rushing toward her. Rending pain instantly spread through every part of her body. Before the sword phantom even arrived, its Sword Qi was already enough to wound her.
What was more, Ye Qingqing was now nothing but trash without even a trace of cultivation.
"You wretch, how dare you!" Suddenly, a furious roar rang out, carrying immense spiritual power as it swept across the entire square like a tidal wave.
Even Ye Yu felt his chest tighten, forcing him to stagger back several steps.
A figure flashed across the square and arrived before Ye Xuan in the blink of an eye. With a raised hand and a pointed finger, the golden sword phantom that many had been unable to resist head-on instantly scattered into