The instant the mist vanished completely, the phantom of an Inheritance Stone Statue appeared around Shen Miaoyin. Vast energy coursed through it as it flickered in and out of sight, enveloping her.
"Hmph! You dare abandon the fight right in front of me and accept the power of an inheritance in the middle of battle? You're courting death!"
Ning Yuanqi's pupils contracted. He saw at a glance that Shen Miaoyin was accepting the inheritance's power. He immediately channeled his Demonic Yuan again, forming three enormous swords wreathed in Demonic Qi, ready to attack her while she was vulnerable.
"One incense stick's time... Very well. I'll hold them off for you."
Xiao Muzi murmured under his breath. As he spoke, a look of resolve flashed through his eyes.
"From this moment until that incense stick burns out, not one person from either sect will remain within a thousand zhang of where I stand!"
Before anyone could react, Xiao Muzi closed his eyes. His body shook violently, and a savage aura raged around him. Nothing remained of his immortal bearing.
Then his sword fingers moved again.
Clang!
A brilliant flash of blood-red light stained the sky above the Ten Mile Art Gallery.
Countless blood-red Sword Lights surged into view within the bloody clouds overhead. Their terrifying aura made every cultivator present catch their breath.
In an instant, the blood-red swords became twelve beasts shaped like dragons, yet neither true dragons nor flood dragons.
Long as dragons, the swords burst from the bloody clouds and lunged at the cultivators of the two sects.
Feng Heyu and Ning Yuanqi, who had been about to attack Shen Miaoyin, bore the brunt of it. Each faced a long dragon of sword energy.
But one glance was enough to change both their expressions.
"Brother Qi, could this...