"Senior Sister Xia, Senior Brother Yu has fallen unconscious. Do you have any pills to treat external injuries?"
As though he had not noticed the change in the aura around the demonic cultivator Xia Ming at all, Yang Yuanzhao kept his back to her. While examining Yu Yan's injuries, he opened his mouth to ask.
At this, the demonic cultivator Xia Ming curled her lips into a cold sneer. "I don't have that sort of thing. His cultivation is inadequate; in my view, there's no need to save him."
Hearing this, Yang Yuanzhao's movements visibly stiffened.
At that moment, the demonic cultivator Xia Ming hesitated no longer. She condensed a Crimson Flame Fire Technique in her palm, flashed forward, and struck toward Yang Yuanzhao's crown.
In her estimation, she had calculated against one who was unprepared and held the advantage of a sneak attack. Even if she could not kill Yang Yuanzhao on the spot, she could still force out his protective trump card.
Then, she would only need to use the Dead Water power to break it, and Yang Yuanzhao would undoubtedly die.
"Hmph. Become a stepping stone for my great undertaking!"
A ruthless expression crossed the demonic cultivator Xia Ming's face as the crimson flames in her palm were about to fall upon Yang Yuanzhao.
But when her hand was still three inches from the back of Yang Yuanzhao's head, an arm of golden flame suddenly shot out from his back and seized the demonic cultivator Xia Ming's arm.
"What?! This..."
The demonic cultivator Xia Ming's expression changed in shock. In that instant, the aura of this great sect disciple had leapt from the Sixth Level of Qi Gathering to the Eighth Level Qi Gathering.
Moreover, the aura released by that golden-flame arm was enough to make even