Wang Ying's fingertips dipped slightly, and the Black Gold Bone Blade slowly slid an inch out of its sheath.
Before its cold gleam appeared, its killing intent had already arrived.
Her right hand rested firmly on the hilt, and the air around her abruptly thickened.
A sharp, bone-piercing aura that bore straight down on the soul erupted without restraint.
Everyone present felt their chest tighten.
It was as though an invisible blade had been pressed against their throat, making even breathing difficult.
Zheng Xiaofeng's expression darkened.
Heavy iron armor rapidly emerged from within his body, clanging as metal struck metal.
In no more than an instant.
He became a steel giant, stepping in front of Cao Xianming and firmly shielding the man behind him.
The heavy armor gleamed coldly, every inch radiating an air of impenetrable defense.
Xiao Xuan's slender body trembled, and dazzling golden light suddenly burst from her.
A phantom of Guanyin with a majestic face filled with boundless anger slowly took shape behind her.
It flickered in and out of view, radiating vast Buddhist light, yet also carrying an inviolable ferocity.
It formed an extreme contrast with her petite figure.
Hu Xian'er stood lightly, gently waving a Soul-Binding Fan in her hand.
The breeze from the fan was gentle, yet concealed the power to steady and safeguard souls.
Above Mang Dabiao's head, a massive blade a full forty meters long circled in midair.
Its edge exuded a vicious aura, humming and trembling.
Each displayed their imposing presence, taking mutually supporting positions and surrounding the group in the center.
Only Yang Yong made no move from beginning to end.
He simply stood quietly in place, his posture straight, his expression indifferent, his eyes slightly lowered.
It was as though the tense standoff before him had nothing to do