East Sea, Three Immortal Islands.
A streak of blood-red baleful energy tore through the sky and plunged straight toward the island's heart.
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors in Bixiao's hand let out a mournful cry on the spot.
Her face paled, and she sprang to her feet.
"Something's happened to our brother!"
Qiongxiao rushed out of her cave abode, her sleeves stirring without wind as the chill in her eyes instantly became tangible.
Yunxiao sat upright on the Cloud Bed, the Clear Qi around her originally as steady as water.
But the instant that wisp of blood fiend energy descended, a crack split open in the void behind her.
It was a trace of aura Zhao Gongming had leaked while burning his origin to perform Blood Escape.
Faint.
Ravaged.
Carrying the unwillingness of someone on the verge of death.
The Three Immortal Islands fell deathly silent in an instant.
The next moment, Bixiao's eyes reddened, and the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors transformed into two golden flood dragon silhouettes, their killing intent tearing through the clouds.
"Chan Sect!"
She spat out the words, her figure already charging beyond the island.
"They dared force our brother to burn his origin, so I'll snip off their three flowers above the head!"
Qiongxiao followed close behind, the Dragon Binding Rope coiled around her wrist, and said coldly, "Randeng, Guangchengzi, Taiyi-not one of them will escape unscathed."
Yunxiao rose last.
She did not roar in anger.
Nor did she utter threats.
But as she took a single step, wind and clouds above the Three Immortal Islands rolled backward, and boundless Clear Qi compressed into a line pointing straight toward the end of the lingering blood fiend traces.
That silent killing intent was colder than Bixiao's and Qiongxiao's fury.
Three streaks of immortal light tore through