"Martial Uncle Xiao, save me!!"
The instant he heard the voice, Baili Lingquan, trapped in despair, hurriedly cried out as though he had grasped a lifesaving straw.
Yet though the newcomer's voice was furious, caught amid spatial fluctuations, he had no time to make a move.
The next moment, as sword qi swept past, Baili Lingquan's Nascent Soul stood motionless atop its flying sword, as if frozen in place.
A moment later.
With a shocking burst, Baili Lingquan's Nascent Soul exploded in midair. The infant essence and divine consciousness within transformed into pure energy, setting off a powerful wave of force.
But before that energy could spread out and dissipate into heaven and earth, the Quicksand Land's devouring power swiftly emerged.
In the blink of an eye, it swallowed all the energy produced by the Nascent Soul's explosion.
"What nerve! You dare kill a member of my Xuan Yuan Sword Sect right before my eyes!"
The spatial fluctuations surging through the sky settled down the next instant.
A white-clad figure with the face of a child and the hair of a crane appeared in the air.
It was none other than the senior of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect who had arrived here alongside Han Yu and the others—a master sword cultivator of his generation, Xiao Wujian.
At this moment, Xiao Wujian's brows were slightly furrowed, and sword intent surged around his body.
Before his figure even touched the ground, a vast sword intent, like raging waves and storm-tossed seas, descended from the sky ahead of him, shrouding East Sea Sword Saint Liu Hua below and Su Shi'er not far away.
"Hmph! What nerve! You dare kill a member of my Xuan Yuan Sword Sect before my eyes. You... are you provoking my Xuan Yuan Sword Sect?"
With a cold