The spiritual glow of the Pink Brocade Handkerchief dimmed in an instant, and it fell to the ground.
At the same time, the Silver Flying Sword, merely a lower-grade magical artifact, was sliced cleanly in two and destroyed on the spot.
With nothing left to block it, the black light drew ever closer to the pair.
Feeling the breath of death upon them, the sister and brother could not help closing their eyes.
One breath, then two.
The death she expected never came. Feng Guangxiu's lashes trembled, and she quietly opened her beautiful eyes.
The son blades of the Mother-and-Son Soul-Chasing Blades hovered against their necks, preventing either of them from moving.
Liu Yu had not dealt the killing blow. He had never forgotten his purpose.
Killing was merely a means of achieving his goal. Even wiping out the Feng Household was only a way to learn the whereabouts of the Hehuan Sect cultivators.
Liu Yu was not bloodthirsty. He had always regarded slaughter as a tool, a necessary means of securing benefits.
Blindly slaughtering for the sake of killing was foolish. It would only make him the target of every arrow, until he had nowhere left to shelter and ultimately met his destruction.
Since the Feng Household threatened him and interfered with his mission, he would simply sweep it away. But he had only one true objective.
That was the whereabouts of the Hehuan Sect cultivators, and-purple sun grass.
Liu Yu walked up to Feng Guangxiu and Feng Guanglin, channeled his magical power into his palm, and reached out to draw the items at their waists toward him.
He had spared the two because he judged that the green-robed female cultivator must know something about the Hehuan Sect. She might even have participated in the attack on the Spirit