At that moment, Murong Xue’s eyes brightened; she knew the critical moment had arrived. If Ning Fengzhi were truly in Huangsha City, he would certainly not sit idly by.
Just as Yunxing’s sword was about to pierce Ziji’s throat, a calm and tranquil chuckle echoed through Huangsha City. "Is it not a bit rude for a fellow Daoist to treat my subordinate this way within my own city?"
As the voice sounded, the void beside Ziji flickered. Two fingers emerged, pinched gently in front of Ziji, and caught the imposing spirit sword. It was as if a long snake had been seized by its vital point; the sword lost all its power. It struggled and twitched between those two fingers, but as if it sensed the immense strength of their owner, it obediently went still.
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