Li Ruobing gazed at Youyue, her heart filled with complex and heavy emotions. She hadn't expected to lose, especially to someone two ranks lower than her.
How can this be?
How could she possibly lose?
Li Ruobing's expression gradually twisted. She extended a finger, the tip pointing at Youyue, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Ancestor, please kill her! Only her death can wash away my shame!"
In the distance, Man Ya frowned and shook his head slightly. He couldn't bring himself to ask the patriarch to kill someone he hadn't fought before, and he despised such people the most.
Li Nian coldly replied, "This person dared to attempt to kill the prodigy of my Li Household; naturally, he cannot be allowed to live!"
He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and at the same time, an incomparably terrifying power enveloped Youyue. That power was full of killing intent, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Then, her body was slowly carried into the void by that power.
Youyue tried to struggle, but to no avail, as she was firmly held in the grip of that power. Her brows furrowed deeply, a look of pain surging across her face, her body trembling violently, and she could only helplessly be enveloped by that powerful force.
"Die." Li Nian stared at Youyue, expressionless, his fingers gradually clenching into a fist.
"Ah!"
Youyue let out a painful and shrill scream, as the power enveloping her was slowly compressing. The surrounding space was also being crushed and deformed.
Youyue's body was as fragile as an ant, teetering on the brink of collapse in the ever-tightening vortex of power.
Every bone in her body was cracking, her lips were bitten until they bled, and she could only manage weak, incoherent sobs. Her eyes were losing their light, and her life was slipping away at an alarming rate, like a candle about to be extinguished.
"Am I going to die?" Tears of pain streamed down Youyue's pale and desperate face.
Su Chen's image involuntarily surfaced in her mind; she wished she could see him one more time.
A bitter feeling welled up in Youyue's heart, her consciousness gradually blurred, and the figure in her mind slowly faded away.
"Court death!"
Suddenly, a cold and indifferent voice filled with endless killing intent rang out. There was not a trace of warmth in that voice; though it was only two words, it seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Nether hell.
"What!"
Everyone in the room, including Li Nian, was startled, their pupils dilating. However, before they could react, a vast and unfathomable power, like a surging tsunami, swept across tens of millions of miles!
The power was far beyond anyone's comprehension. Its might was like the descent of heaven, sacred and irresistible. Everyone in the arena felt their legs go weak, and their knees involuntarily slumped to their knees.
Not only them, but everyone in the entire tomb was also suppressed to their knees by that force, and they were powerless to resist!
Their faces were deathly pale, filled with endless fear and despair. Their bodies trembled like withered leaves in the wind, and the instincts deep within their souls were awakened. Apart from prostrating themselves in worship, they had no will to resist.
Lin Fan, who was searching for inheritance and fortuitous opportunity, gasped, his face gradually losing color. He looked up at the source of the power and couldn't help but swallow hard. "My goodness, isn't this my master's power? Who angered him?"
Although Li Nian was in a spirit state, she could still feel a strong sense of crisis and coldness. "Whose power is this...?"
Click!
Space shattered!
Everyone turned to look, their eyes fixed on that spot, a bad feeling creeping into their hearts for some reason.
Within the spatial rift, light shone brightly, and a white-clad man, as if a god had descended, stepped out slowly with an extraordinary bearing.
He was dressed in pure white, his appearance ethereal against the backdrop of the strange light emanating from the cracks. His face was exceptionally handsome, his eyes deep and unfathomable, their calmness revealing an endless chill.
Man Ya stared at the man in white with terror, his voice trembling as he asked, "Who... is he?"
Da da da...
The white-robed figure walked through the void. With each step, the space beneath his feet shattered, and from the cracks, chaotic energy seemed to surge forth. The invisible pressure was like a tangible storm, emanating from him and sweeping outwards.
The souls of everyone present, whether it was Li Nian, who possessed the strength of Immortal Emperor, or those young people revered by the world as prodigies, all felt a tremor originating from the depths of their souls at that moment.
It was awe of absolute power, an instinctive fear of the unknown. The essence of life was laid bare, and before him, all will was nearly crushed under the crushing force.
The white-clad figure walked slowly through the air, his aura perfectly natural, possessing both an ethereal grace and a boundless power that could shake the entire Immortal Realm. With every gesture, he seemed to be able to control the pulse of time and space and rewrite the trajectory of destiny.
Li Nian said in disbelief, "His power has surpassed the realm of Immortal Emperor, this... how is this possible! How could there be someone like him in the Immortal Realm?"
Hearing this, Li Ruobing was also incredulous at the sight of the man in white. Then, she noticed that the man in white seemed to be walking towards Youyue, which immediately gave her a bad feeling.
He... could he know this woman?
The moment this thought crossed Li Ruobing's mind, she was startled, and her heart tightened.
If Bai Yi really knew Youyue, then she was doomed. Therefore, Li Ruobing kept praying in her heart that Bai Yi did not know Youyue.
At this moment, the power enveloping Youyue disappeared, and Youyue's body fell from the void. Just as she was about to crash to the ground, the white-clad figure suddenly appeared and caught her.
The man in white gazed at Youyue, who had lost consciousness in his arms, his face expressionless. But the surrounding space and time seemed to freeze, then crack and shatter under the strain.
Seeing this scene, Li Ruobing's face instantly lost its last trace of color, turning ashen, her eyes filled with despair.
She knew she was finished; even the Li Household couldn't protect her!
"Senior Sister Youyue!"
In the distance, Yang Zhenyu and his two companions rushed over, their faces filled with worry.
Su Chen extended a finger and touched Youyue's brow. In an instant, a rich life force surged into her body.
Youyue's injuries gradually healed, and her faint life force became stronger. However, she did not wake up, probably because she was too tired during the battle and could not wake up for a while.
Su Chen reached out and wiped the blood from Youyue's lips, saying softly, "Get some sleep. I'll avenge you."
He handed Youyue to Xiu'er and instructed her, "Take good care of her."
Xiu'er gently took Youyue and nodded, "Mm!"
Liu Cui said, "Don't worry, Dean, we won't let Youyue suffer any more harm."
Su Chen nodded slightly, then slowly turned around. His eyes, like a tangible, dark light, swept over everyone in the room.