Bi Yue saw a blur before her eyes, and Teng Yun had somehow already arrived before her, bringing his blade down in a slash.
As the blade edge drew near, Bi Yue closed her eyes. Yet after quite some time, she felt no pain. Only then did she nervously open her eyes, only to find Teng Yun's face livid.
A longsword lay across his neck—the Purple Firmament Sword.
With the slightest exertion from Ye Yu, Teng Yun's head would part from his body.
"You mutt, are you insane?! Put down that sword!" Before Teng Yun could speak, Ye Qingqing's face turned deathly pale at the sight, and she hurriedly shouted.
Zi Yun had severed the cooperative relationship between Lingyun Pavilion and Great Flame, and Teng Yun had been sent by Lingyun Pavilion's headquarters to replace Zi Yun.
Ye Fan's task for her had been to curry favor with Teng Yun, whatever the cost, and restore the cooperation between Lingyun Pavilion and Great Flame.
Bi Yue also tugged at Ye Yu, signaling him not to act rashly.
Seeing this, Ye Yu frowned and withdrew the Purple Firmament Sword. This was, after all, Lingyun Pavilion's territory. Before he understood the situation, he could not strike to kill.
Watching Ye Yu withdraw the Purple Firmament Sword, Teng Yun shot him a vicious glare, then turned and left with a grim face.
He was no fool. Even his proudest Cloud-Treading Movement Technique had failed to gain any advantage against Ye Yu, so naturally, he had no desire to throw away his life for nothing.
The greater a person's power and wealth, the more they feared death. That held true everywhere.
Not every influential person was as brainless as those women of the Great Yan Royal Family.
"Brother Teng, Brother Teng, are you all right?"