But the golden light hurtling toward the young man surnamed Liu did not slow at all. Senior Sister Zhang seemed determined to take his life. Who knew what he had done to offend this female scourge?
Just as the golden light was about to pierce the disciple's back, it suddenly trembled and froze in midair. It turned out to be a golden sword of light, gleaming brilliantly.
"I told you to stop. Didn't you hear me?" An aged voice rang out in the air, carrying a trace of authority that needed no anger to make itself felt.
The disciple surnamed Liu looked back and saw the talisman treasure suspended there. His face turned deathly pale.
"Who's there!? Who took control of my treasure talisman?" Senior Sister Zhang demanded furiously. She pointed several times, but the golden light remained motionless. Inwardly, however, she was utterly horrified. Anyone capable of controlling her talisman treasure had to be at least three cultivation levels above her. Could it be a Core Condensation cultivator?
"You're not leaving either!" The aged voice ignored her and suddenly spoke again. Seeing that things were going badly, the disciple surnamed Liu had tapped several points on his body to stop the bleeding and tried to seize the chance to fly away. Suddenly, his body stiffened, and the flying halberd beneath his feet shot backward. His frantic fumbling made it clear that he was not controlling its return. It was as though an enormous, invisible hand were dragging him back. Within moments, he had flown back and slowly descended into the dueling ground.
"You little girl, your thirst for blood is far too strong! I'll keep this for now. Have your master come to me to collect it!" The aged voice rang out again.
With a whoosh, the little sword