The Chengying Sword suddenly broke free from his grip and shot toward the woman's throat, three crane-beak needles bursting from the spring-loaded mechanism in the hilt. As she spun to evade them, Zhang Ming caught her ankle, and the two of them plunged into a bubbling whirlpool.
The instant the brackish seawater flooded his nasal passages, the Jade Pendant suddenly erupted with cyan light. Thirty-eight golden needle projections formed a Bagua formation within the treacherous undercurrent, pinning the woman tightly against the wreckage of the sunken ship.
"Nangong Yingluo?" Zhang Ming yanked the jade pendant from her neck, the reverse side engraved with the insignia of the First Generation Patriarch of the Heavenly Medical Pavilion. "As the eldest daughter of the primary branch, you should have died in that sea of fire twenty years ago. How did you become a Gu puppet?"
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