"Besides, if we can capture this person and secure a trump card for the Great Zhao Dynasty, the Dragon Lord will naturally be overjoyed. When that time comes, it will bring nothing but benefits to you and me, no drawbacks. Isn't that so?"
"So... I presume there is no need for me to explain what should be done next?"
Yu Qingzi continued, his gaze falling on Kong Qing as he asked in return.
Kong Qing nodded forcefully. "Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Yu Qingzi. They have already been driven here. Today... not a single one of them will escape."
As he spoke, his gaze once more settled on Feng Fei.
In an instant, the smile vanished from his lips, replaced by sharp killing intent and an invisible, supreme majesty.
He did not waste words. True Yuan surged through his body, and under his control, the flying vessel beneath him roared as it tore through the air.
At the front of the flying vessel, the attacking formation operated even faster, its terrifying aura of destruction ready to burst forth.
They had just watched their fellow sect member Chen San have his physical body destroyed in the blink of an eye, leaving only a Golden Core that barely managed to escape.
Everyone was deeply shaken. Their faces were deathly pale, and all fighting spirit had long since drained away.
Now, seeing the towering flying vessel and the Beast Taming Sect cultivators rushing toward them, while sensing the terrifying destructive aura brewing ahead of the vessel—
Despair was all that remained in their hearts. Even their breathing involuntarily slowed.
Instinctively, they turned to look at Feng Fei and Shi Feng in the center.
"Senior Sister Feng, Senior Brother Shi, what... what do we do now?"
Feng Fei's delicate brows knit tightly together. Yet at