The combined momentum of the three was not something ordinary people could withstand. Even facing it for an instant would cause their bodies to collapse on the spot.
Yet Fang Yang remained expressionless. He had already pushed the Profound Heaven Strategy to its peak, but even so, he felt that oppressive force. After all, he was only in the great grandmaster realm, merely relying on the power of the formless demon body to contend with those in the one-leaf dharmakaya realm.
Even so, he felt no fear. He merely watched everything coldly, ready to crush the Demon Venerable Card at any moment.
Then, he would slaughter them all.
Clang!
The Azure Shadow Sword left its sheath. Ye Qinghong took the lead, his blue robe blooming like a lotus, his dark hair flying like frost and snow. His eyes, like a cold pool, were stubborn to the extreme. He would never allow anyone to challenge his master.
Even if it meant death!
But before he could fly in front of Fang Yang, Fang Yang swept his sleeve and stopped him behind himself, unwilling to let him get hurt.
Ye Qinghong gripped his sword, his eyes full of unwillingness, his lips pressed tightly together. He still wanted to charge forward, but soon met a pair of gentle, fathomless eyes.
"Be good, my disciple. Stay there and don't move."
"Trust your master. Mere ants can't do anything to me."
"I have a hundred ways to crush them to death."
Those words made Ye Qinghong pause. Hearing his master's domineering declaration and seeing that gentle gaze, he somehow chose to trust him. For the first time, his stubborn expression softened.
And just then...
Whoosh!
A figure streaked out of the crowd, silver hair fluttering.
Beautiful enough to sink fish and bring down geese, cold