Under the clear moonlight, the newcomer lifted his drooping eyelids, revealing tigerlike eyes as still as stagnant water.
It was none other than Lian Youming.
The Heavenly Principle Sect Leader's sinister eyes, cold as blades, flew wide open, filled with a bone-chilling gleam, before a cruel sneer swiftly spread across his face.
Seeing Lian Youming dare to catch his sword barehanded, the old Taoist formed a sword finger with one hand and whipped his sword back like a darting dragon with the other. The blade quivered and rang as he immediately moved to sever those fingers, cripple that palm, and cut the hand clean off.
The burly man charging in with the cauldron was also brimming with fighting spirit, a vicious gleam in his eyes. Seeing Lian Youming resist him with one hand, he did not diminish his force in the slightest. His feet stamped the ground like a mighty elephant crossing a river, producing two dull, strange thuds as he roared like a tiger and drove forward fiercely.
Looking at the imposing figure before her, who seemed to have descended from the heavens out of nowhere, Xu Baishi's crystal-clear eyes could not help trembling. Her expression briefly froze before she lightly pushed off, dragging her sword back as she retreated in time.
"So it's you, you little wretch. You ignored the open road to heaven and forced your way into a hell with no gate!" The Heavenly Principle Sect Leader gave a sinister laugh.
Lian Youming did not answer. He glanced at the Heavenly Principle Sect Leader's movements. As the man wielded his sword and exerted force, his feet kept circling. It looked like an attack, but it was also a defense, guarding against Lian Youming breaking the sword through brute strength.
Then he looked at the bronze cauldron