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As everyone hurried along their way, an inexplicable sense of oppression suddenly descended from behind.
Moments later, a sharp sound sliced through the air, tearing apart the void.
The crowd turned in unison to see a stunningly beautiful woman in extravagant attire stepping out from the rift in space, exuding an overwhelming aura of power. Her features were exquisite, yet there was a fierce edge to her beauty, and her enchanting eyes seemed capable of piercing through the hearts of those who met her gaze.
Upon seeing this alluring figure, Zhang Mingfeng's expression changed drastically, and he gasped in disbelief, "Poison Widow!" The moment those words left his lips, Xia Qingyan and the other disciples of the Qixing Sect turned pale.
The woman was known for her cultivation of the Cāiyáng Bǔyīn technique, which left no man who had been involved with her unscathed; all had their life essence drained away. Thus, she earned the title of Poison Widow in the outside world.
Yet no one dared to mention her true identity before her; she was Zhao Fengxia, an elder of the Hehuan Sect and a formidable presence at the Saint level.
Hearing her name spoken aloud, Zhao Fengxia's expression turned icy, her eyes glinting with cold light. With a mere flick of her hand, she unleashed a palm strike imbued with terrifying power directed at Zhang Mingfeng.
Fully aware of Zhao Fengxia's strength, Zhang Mingfeng did not dare to underestimate her. He quickly gathered all his energy to form a solid shield in an attempt to block this lethal blow. However, the palm strike shattered his shield as if it were made of paper.
In an instant, Zhang Mingfeng was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground and gasping for breath.
Zhao Fengxia's gaze swept over the crowd like a chilling wind, a cruel smile curling at the corners of her lips as she spoke lightly, "A mere ant from the Imperial Realm dares to speak so freely? Hmph! The treasures bestowed upon Lu Kuangliang by our Sect Master could easily deal with you all; what a disgrace to my Hehuan Sect."
At her words, Zhang Mingfeng's expression shifted. Gritting his teeth against the pain coursing through his body, he quickly positioned himself in front of the others. Looking at Zhao Fengxia with defiance in his eyes, he said, "Zhao Fengxia, I never expected that your Hehuan Sect would resort to using someone as powerful as you just to deal with a Saintess. Are you not afraid this will provoke a Holy War and cause turmoil in the Northern Region?"
Zhao Fengxia burst into laughter at his words, a hint of disdain lacing her voice. "A Holy War? It's not like we haven't fought one before. Killing Xia Qingyan is far more important than worrying about a Holy War."
With that, Zhao Fengxia channeled her spiritual energy, and an aura unique to the Holy Realm surged around her as if it would devour everything nearby.
The crowd felt as though they were standing at the edge of an endless abyss; under this overwhelming pressure, they struggled to lift their heads.
Only Zhang Mingfeng fought against it desperately, gritting his teeth and striving not to be crushed by this immense force.
Meanwhile, Ying Ziyi clutched Ye Tian's sleeve tightly; her hands trembled with fear as helplessness filled her eyes.
Ye Tian sensed her fear and gave her a reassuring look.
Then, he whispered to the necklace hanging on his chest, "Master, please come out and help your disciple."
From the necklace came the slightly exasperated voice of Su Yanran: "In my peak state, I was merely at the Holy Realm. Given my current condition, it’s already a stroke of luck that I haven’t been discovered by such beings. How can I possibly assist you?"
Hearing this, Ye Tian couldn't help but feel a ripple of unease in his heart. Could it be that he had to use the trump card granted by Ancestor Ye so soon?
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