"Young master, we will avenge you."
Qing Yun bit her lip tightly, fighting back her tears as she spoke in a slightly trembling voice.
She knew full well that Ying Ming Hao before her was merely one of Qin Fu Su's clones.
But if this clone perished, the blow and loss to his original body would undoubtedly be immense-and all of it stemmed from their failure to protect him. Their guilt was beyond forgiveness.
Qing Yun, Qing Ying, and the other women rose from the ground with slow, heavy movements. At that moment, they no longer had the leisure to consider who was right or wrong in this dispute, for the truth lay before their eyes:
Their young master's clone had departed for the Yellow Springs, and as his attendants and guards, they could not escape the blame!
Since that was the case, only by dragging those who dared harm their young master into eternal damnation could they make even the slightest amends...
Meanwhile, Wang Yong, Meng Yi, and the others dragged their badly wounded bodies over. In the blink of an eye, they planted their feet firmly and swiftly formed a tightly knit circular formation.
Each gazed solemnly at the companions beside them, undisguised resolve shining in their eyes.
While the onlookers were still bewildered, Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others suddenly unleashed waves of peerless might, as though resonating with some mysterious power between heaven and earth.
Then they rapidly circulated the true essence and spiritual power within their bodies, their hands continually shifting through intricate, uncanny seals. At the same time, low, suppressed chants spilled from their mouths, growing ever louder and more piercing...
Mountains and seas shatter, heaven and earth turn upside down.
Burn the eight wildernesses to ash, shake the nine heavens!