" You owe me a life!" Those words revealed an enormous amount. After all, although the Ye Household had spent these years resting and recuperating, they had never stopped their activities in the shadows. Instead, they had stained their hands with quite a lot of blood.
So, after hearing Xue Fuyao say this, the two Golden Core cultivators knew this matter probably could not end peacefully. The person facing them was very likely a survivor of one of the Ye Household's attempts to cut out the weeds by their roots, now returning for revenge after achieving success in cultivation.
Moreover, Ye Bufan, whom they had fought desperately to protect, had already stopped breathing under the erosion of Darkness Withering and become a corpse through and through. Nearly all the other guards had died as well. Only the two of them were still desperately resisting.
However, even with their numerical advantage, Xue Fuyao's cultivation was a minor realm above theirs. Coupled with her combat experience from her previous life, their defeat was only a matter of time.
Seeing this, the slightly weaker Golden Core cultivator said to his companion, "You go first. I'll stay behind and cover you!"
His companion gave him a surprised look. Yet in that brief moment of distraction, the scene before his eyes seemed to blur, and his body hurtled toward the sword in Xue Fuyao's hand as though he had lost control of it.
At this moment when his life hung by a thread, he hurriedly circulated the spiritual energy within him, forming a protective barrier of spiritual energy around himself that blocked the strike.
Xue Fuyao's sword had originally been aimed at the slightly weaker Golden Core cultivator. She had not expected an interloper to barge in halfway and completely disrupt her attack rhythm. Still,