"Hmph! What a masterful display of turning your hand to make clouds and flipping it to make rain. Unfortunately, no matter how sweetly you talk today, we will not believe a single word from you."
"Death is nothing to fear!"
Beside Feng Fei, the lean old man wore a stern expression as he angrily rebuked him.
Having spoken, he did not wait for Kong Qing to speak again before raising his hand and urging his flying sword into motion.
Yet as the flying sword tore through the air, it did not fly toward the Beast Taming Sect and the others. With a howl, it suddenly attacked Feng Fei at the side.
The lean old man's attack came without warning, but Feng Fei was no inexperienced newcomer to the Cultivation World.
As early as when Kong Qing, the Beast Taming Sect Master, swore his oath, she had secretly raised her guard.
Though shocked and disappointed by the lean old man's sudden sneak attack, she reacted with exceptional speed.
"Qiao Yuanzhou, you..."
As her voice rang out, Feng Fei circulated her true essence through her palm, her fingers forming a sword gesture.
Her personal sword, the Shuying Sword, flew from its sheath with a tremor. With a clang, sparks burst forth as it blocked Qiao Yuanzhou's sneak attack.
But at the very instant she blocked the strike, her remaining three companions each seized the chance to attack.
Their targets were all her.
"Martial Sister Lan, Senior Brother Yuan... you... you!!!"
Feng Fei let out a grief-stricken cry. She knew they could not be fully trusted.
Yet she had never expected that, even with the previous lesson before them, the four would so decisively choose betrayal over a mere oath from the enemy—and even turn their blades against her.
No wonder... no wonder