Tian Fan really hadn’t expected the Master of the Yin-Yang Sect to arrive so quickly. Staring at the murderous figure hovering in midair, he felt suffocated, struggling to breathe.
“Die!”
A voice filled with murderous intent echoed from above.
The Master of the Yin-Yang Sect, radiating a terrifying killing aura, thrust down a massive black hand. Above, white mist billowed thickly, and a crimson divine chain of order wrapped around the hand—this was the power of the laws.
The Yin-Yang Hand Seal, cast by the Master of the Yin-Yang Sect, exuded a terrifying might, showcasing the horror of the Yin-Yang Secret Manual. As the palm swept down, the yin and yang energies in the air instantly grew denser, and two soul shadows—one black and one white—floated indistinctly around the massive hand.
“What’s that!?”
Many people watching felt their scalps go numb. The black and white soul shadows looked eerily like the legendary Black and White Impermanence—progenitors of malevolent spirits, entities from the Nine Nether Hells—now manifesting around the Master of the Yin-Yang Sect’s hand.
“Die with my son!”
Tian Fan tried to resist, but realized the surrounding space was completely sealed. He couldn’t even move a finger, and could only watch helplessly as the giant palm bore down on him.
Boom!
At that moment, a dazzling purple light flared up from another direction. A towering surge of purple sword Qi split the sky. Countless tiny swords, like golden-armored warriors, charged alongside the purple sword Qi, flooding forward with a devastating aura that shook the heavens and the earth.
Splurt…
Blood sprayed into the sky.
The massive hand of the Master of the Yin-Yang Sect was pierced through, scattering blood like rain.
Tian Fan immediately felt a tremendous weight lifted off his chest as the force binding him dissolved completely.
A purple figure appeared in front of him, looking at him with a mischievous and adorable smile.
“Zi Ying!”
Tian Fan looked joyfully at the beautiful girl before him, his face lighting up with happiness.
“Hehe, Little Tian Tian, did you miss me?”
Zi Ying was still as adorable as ever, her eyes narrowing into little crescent moons when she smiled.
“But… didn’t you go back? How—?”
Tian Fan asked in confusion. He had personally seen Zi Ying leave with the Shangguan brothers.
“Hehe, I snuck out again!” Zi Ying giggled.
After the sacred fruit had successfully revived the old ancestor of her family, everyone had been overjoyed and lowered their guard. Seizing the opportunity, Zi Ying had used the family’s teleportation array to slip away.
When she heard the news that Tian Fan had died, she had laughed heartlessly. She had left a mark on Tian Fan and knew he wasn’t actually dead. Later, when she heard that a few people from the Great Sealing Sect had come to seek justice from Yin Shitian, she realized Tian Fan must be here too. So she rushed over, arriving just in time to see Tian Fan being surrounded by three old men, and decided to intervene only now.
“Second Sword of the Shangguan Family, why are you meddling in my affairs?”
The Master of the Yin-Yang Sect thundered like a bolt from the heavens, making everyone tremble. Seeing the purple-robed girl beside Tian Fan, many were visibly shocked—she was from the Shangguan family!
“Roar, roar! What are you yelling for? Xiao Hua, bite him!”
Zi Ying angrily pointed at the Master of the Yin-Yang Sect and tossed the small creature from her shoulder.
“Awuuu…”
Xiao Hua’s fur bristled all over as it immediately leapt back onto Zi Ying’s shoulder, peeking nervously upwards.
You’re kidding, right? Bite that monster? That would be like throwing a steamed bun at a dog—gone without a trace!
“Hmph, you cowardly little thing.”
Zi Ying pouted, rubbing Xiao Hua’s fluffy little head. Xiao Hua looked incredibly aggrieved.
Watching the playful exchange between the girl and the beast, Tian Fan felt a surge of warmth in his heart. As long as Zi Ying was around, it felt like he would never have to worry about anything.
“Old Man Yin-Yang, you should go back. I won’t let you hurt him, and neither will the Shangguan family.”
Zi Ying lifted her little chin and said seriously to the Master of the Yin-Yang Sect above.
“Impossible! He must die! Even if you are from the Shangguan family, you can’t protect him!”
The Master of the Yin-Yang Sect’s face darkened, murderous intent pouring out of him. His eyes were cold as he glared at Tian Fan below.
Ever since he killed Yin Shitian, Tian Fan had known the Master of the Yin-Yang Sect would stop at nothing to kill him. But even now, given the choice again, he would still kill Yin Shitian without hesitation.
“Old Yin-Yang, that guy brought it on himself. Little Tian Tian’s not to blame. You should just leave. He’s a benefactor of the Shangguan family—I won’t let you hurt him!”
Zi Ying said nonchalantly, raising her head and speaking the truth without any fear.
“The Son of God is a benefactor of the Shangguan family?”
“What?! I’m about to faint…”
“Get out of the way!”
The Master of the Yin-Yang Sect felt a twinge of hesitation, but when he thought of Yin Shitian’s death, his anger exploded again. He had to kill Tian Fan today, though he wasn’t mad enough to touch a direct descendant of the Shangguan family even if you gave him a hundred extra lives.
“You should leave. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Zi Ying lifted her small head seriously, shocking all the cultivators watching from afar—this frail-looking nineteen-year-old girl was telling the mighty Master of the Yin-Yang Sect that she didn’t want to hurt him.
The disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect glared at her furiously, and even Tian Fan was left speechless. This girl really didn’t know the meaning of keeping a low profile!
“Haha! You don’t want to hurt me? Fine, let me experience the Shangguan family’s skills then!”
The Master of the Yin-Yang Sect laughed furiously. With a casual wave of his left hand, dozens of Yin-Yang Hand Seal materialized and whistled toward Zi Ying.
“He just waved his hand and unleashed dozens of Yin-Yang Hand Seal—”
“Terrifying!”
The Master of the Yin-Yang Sect’s display of power left everyone shaken. Each Yin-Yang Diagram wasn’t some paper toy; every single one had the power to annihilate a peak Cloud Heaven expert.
Boom!
In response, Zi Ying raised her jade-like hand, and tens of thousands of golden sword Qi shot into the sky, merging into a torrent of swords. The golden brilliance dazzled the heavens as the sword river surged forward, shattering all the Yin-Yang Hand Seal the Master had unleashed.
“She blocked it!”
“She shattered the Master of the Yin-Yang Sect’s ultimate strike!”
Countless cultivators in the distance cried out in shock. The mighty Yin-Yang Hand Seal had been completely obliterated by the purple-clad girl in the blink of an eye.
The Master of the Yin-Yang Sect stared at Zi Ying in disbelief, his face stiff. But eventually, his expression turned cold. He formed a hand seal, and a divine weapon formed of pure energy appeared in his hand, radiating intense Yin and Yang energies, as if splitting heaven and earth itself.
Tian Fan’s expression changed—he could feel the Yin-Yang Sword inside him trembling uncontrollably.
“Dammit, so that’s what it is!”
Staring at the divine weapon in the Master’s hand, Tian Fan gritted his teeth with hatred, feeling the urge to rush up and take a bite out of him.