"Whoosh!"
Sword light flickered, coiling like a roaming dragon.
Wherever it passed, the surrounding cultivators recoiled in horror.
But the sword light was so fierce and swift that, even as the cultivators fled headlong, those blocking Zhao Feng's path withered beneath it like flowers and leaves, falling on the wind.
Only farther away did the Five Sects cultivators remain, their eyes wide with fear and terror as they watched the horrifying scene.
"Senior Martial Uncle Zhao."
Wang Qingyang staggered through the air and landed behind Zhao Feng.
Her face was slightly pale, and a huge hole in her lower abdomen was rapidly healing under the effects of elixirs.
Yet there was not a trace of fear in her eyes. Even though her presence was already extremely unstable and her law power nearly exhausted, her gaze remained icy as it swept over the surrounding Five Sects cultivators, even those in the Nascent Soul Realm. None of her former innocence and gentleness remained, as though she had become a different person.
Zhao Feng glanced at Wang Qingyang's injuries and gave a slight nod.
He was no stranger to Wang Qingyang-or, more precisely, to her previous life.
"Stay close to me in a moment."
As he spoke, his divine sense swiftly swept the surroundings, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Strange. I clearly sensed Ji Yuan's law power earlier. Why has it disappeared now that I'm here?
His gaze swept across the sky, clear as though washed clean.
There was no celestial anomaly. He probably isn't dead.
Then someone deliberately lured me away?
His mind had always been clear, and he immediately noticed something amiss.
They knew to lure me with Ji Yuan, and could conceal themselves from my perception... was it a Spirit Transformation cultivator, or the Dragon Transformation Pool's true spirit?
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