Yang Lingrui watched Xue Qingluan's figure fall from the distant sky, and an image suddenly flashed through his mind.
In the smoky forest beneath the night moon, a terrifying spell descended from the heavens without warning.
After a momentary daze that lasted less than an instant, the surging killing intent buried deep within Yang Lingrui's heart could no longer be restrained and spilled forth.
Moon Waterfall!
A spell he could never forget for the rest of his life.
His elder brother Yang Linghu, as well as Lü Family's ancestor Lü Lianshun, had both died beneath this very spell of the Lanyue Sect!
"Not good! Retreat!"
"What is with this man's killing intent?! My mind was nearly swallowed whole!"
"Just how many people has he killed?!"
The ten aristocratic cultivators who had been entangling Yang Lingrui hurriedly retreated an immense distance.
Facing Yang Lingrui, whose killing intent was now laid bare, their hearts were filled with profound terror. They did not even dare entertain the thought of becoming his enemy again.
Even after retreating so far, merely gazing at him from afar made their minds restless, as though they would be crushed to pieces by that boundless killing intent at any moment.
Yang Lingrui flashed forward and caught Xue Qingluan with his phantom-body technique.
That Moon Waterfall spell had clearly been aimed at him. When cast, it produced no fluctuations of spiritual energy or true essence. Only cultivators who had also practiced the Lan Yue Secret Technique could faintly detect something amiss.
Xue Qingluan had sensed the danger just before Moon Waterfall struck Yang Lingrui, and had thus risked her life to block the blow for him.
"Immortal Venerable."
Yang Lingrui called softly in his mind as the palm supporting her from below discreetly pressed three pills against the wound on