Sixty-One Frames

Yu Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief instead. She truly had no idea how to face Qiao Ranran now. They had not seen each other for a while, and the gap between them had grown even wider. Both had been at Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment before, but now Qiao Ranran had somehow reached Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. She stood just a hair's breadth from Golden Core.

Wei Huai and the others had barely left when a disturbance broke out in the open space outside the Central Spirit Hall. A group of people was suddenly thrown out.

Yes, thrown.

The others had been bewildered when they came out earlier, but at least they had looked as though they had been teleported. Wen Ziheng and the others looked more like something had hurled them out. They landed off-balance and barely managed to stay on their feet.

Wen Ziheng was covered in blood, his face deathly pale. Feng Changdong's eyes were faintly red; it looked as though he had used his Bloodline gift. The other three were in tatters and could hardly stand. Soon after landing, they collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from their wounds as though even the Elixirs they had taken could not stop it.

Feng Changdong's eyes turned and swiftly settled on Qiao Ranran. In that instant, the power of the Enchanting Demon, which he had yet to rein in, rushed toward her. Qiao Ranran's gaze turned cold. Yan Qingsui reacted even faster, stepping in front of her.

"Feng Changdong!" Yan Qingsui shouted coldly. The Profound Abyss Sword was already out of its sheath.

Feng Changdong immediately lowered his eyes. "Feng was discourteous." Once he had composed himself, he said urgently, "Miss Qiao, please help us!" He and Wen Ziheng would recover with a little time to regulate their