Yun Si was indeed extraordinarily powerful. She could hold her own against two opponents, even three, but when the third Dao Lord captured Yun Qing, the tide turned in an instant.
Yun Qing saw it clearly. That ugly thing was in no hurry to kill him. He only wanted to hold him hostage, tormenting and humiliating him in every way to throw Yun Si's mind into turmoil and breach her Dao Heart.
His mother wanted to save him, and every time her attention wavered, the two Dao Lords seized the chance to strike. Wounds had already begun to accumulate on her body.
The pain in his bones grew worse and worse. The ugly thing pressed a palm against his shoulder, and his aura alone made every inch of Yun Qing's meridians tremble.
Yun Qing's face gradually paled, yet a strange calm settled over his heart.
He had foreseen this long ago, and naturally, he had prepared for it long ago too.
Yun Qing raised his eyes and, through the blood-red haze filling the sky, saw Yun Si high above.
One of her hairpins had snapped, and her bright yellow robes were already stained with blood.
Without him, his mother could leave. The Cloud Valor Guards were almost all dead; she had nothing left to hold her back. And the Wei River marked the boundary between the eastern and southern regions. As long as Yun Si broke through the deadly formation, the Yun Clan would surely notice.
Then... it would be over.
Suddenly, Yun Qing's eyes curved into a smile.
His mother had raised him, little by little, from a mortal whom even heaven and earth refused to acknowledge into who he was today. She had given him a name, bestowed her kindness and protection upon him, and accepted him as