No sooner had Ming Yun finished speaking than a dozen or so people suddenly sprang out around them.
They, too, wore black, but their black garments had nothing to do with evil. Instead, they conveyed an air of authority.
When the black-robed man saw the black emblems on their clothes, his expression beneath his mask abruptly changed.
He swept his robe out, intending to take Ming Yun away.
Unfortunately, his opponents gave them no such chance.
Their leader struck at once, bringing his palm down and severing one of the black-robed man's arms.
Yet no blood flowed from the wound after the arm fell off. Only demonic qi poured out.
The arm on the ground also dissolved into a mass of demonic qi within two breaths, then quickly dispersed.
Feng Qi's gaze darkened slightly. "Only a clone. What a pity," he murmured.
Despite those words, his hands showed not the slightest mercy.
Together with the other Enforcement Hall disciples, he reduced the black-robed man to a cloud of demonic qi in just a few blows.
Even after the man had vanished completely before them, Ming Yun still had not grasped what had happened.
Only when an agonizing pain arose in her dantian did she finally turn her gaze toward the newcomers.
"You're from the Enforcement Hall!" Ming Yun said with some difficulty. She had seen these people just three months ago, never expecting to encounter these harbingers of doom again today.
At that moment, however, no one paid her any attention. All their gazes were fixed on a little girl.
The girl looked only seven or eight years old, but her cultivation had already reached the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
A blue strand of spiritual qi extended from the girl's right hand, its other end connected to Ming Yun's dantian.