Ghostly light tore through the heavens.
The seven Nascent Soul peak masters atop the tower had not even seen what happened before Ye Xingchen was dragged into a spatial rift.
"Who dares? What rat dares snatch someone from the First Saint Sect?!"
Lei Lie was the first to explode.
The lightning patterns across his bare chest surged in an instant. A hundred-zhang Flame Qilin roared forth from behind him, carrying the vicious aura to burn mountains and boil seas as it slammed savagely into the spatial rift that had yet to close completely.
At the same time, Yuwen Hu, master of Heavenly Sword Peak, raised two fingers like a sword. The silver sword behind him let out a clear dragon's cry.
"Sever!"
Countless streams of Sword Qi turned into an inverted river of stars, soaring upward as their sword intent shredded every cloud within a hundred miles.
The furious combined strike of two Nascent Soul Late Stage experts was enough to wipe out a small city.
Yet—
The ghostly light merely trembled faintly, and a nearly imperceptible cold snort came from within the spatial rift.
Bang!
The Flame Qilin exploded, scattering into a sky full of sparks.
The instant the silver Sword Qi touched the ghostly light, it vanished without a trace, like ice and snow melting away.
"What?!"
Yuwen Hu's pupils constricted sharply. The web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and his sword let out a mournful cry before automatically returning to its sheath.
"Who dares stop me?!"
Lei Lie was about to charge again when an even more terrifying aura pinned him in place.
Qin Feng had somehow already teleported before the spatial rift.
The face of this Spirit Transformation Peak sect leader was filled with terror.
Rather than give chase, he swept his sleeve, sending