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"Yes! Young Master!" Zhang Weixin seductively licked her lips, smiling alluringly as she swayed towards Ling Siwen. Suddenly, her expression changed to a cold sneer, and she asked fiercely, "What did you just call me? A seductress? Hmph! Then I'll let you experience the power of a seductress!" With that, she prepared to attack Ling Siwen.
Seeing that Zhang Weixin was completely focused on Ling Siwen, Ling Mo Xie smirked coldly. Damn it! Even if I die, I will take someone down with me, and that Tian Yuqing is clearly a great candidate!
Just as Zhang Weixin was about to strike, Ling Mo Xie quickly took out the Clear Rain Coiling Dragon software from his backpack, equipped it in an instant, and used the Flying Immortal Sword skill. All of this happened in the blink of an eye; a sharp white light shot forth, seemingly carrying petals and heavenly sounds, flying towards Tian Yuqing. The people present barely had time to react.
However, Zhang Weixin, being at the Separation Stage, reacted quickly. She shouted, "No!" and forcibly canceled the spell she had prepared to unleash on Ling Siwen, swiftly turning around and launching herself towards Tian Yuqing to block the attack.
Ling Mo Xie retracted the Coiling Dragon Sword, sneering. The System skill would automatically lock onto its target; there was no way to dodge it except by taking it head-on.
Although using the Flying Immortal Sword skill consumed all of his Spiritual Energy, its attack power was formidable. Even though Tian Yuqing was a Sect Disciple and the apprentice of the Sect Leader, she might not be able to withstand it; after all, she was only at the Late Stage of the Fasting Period.
Since Zhang Weixin had previously focused on Ling Siwen, even though she reacted in time and tried to protect Tian Yuqing, it was uncertain whether she could catch up in time!
"Boom!" Tian Yuqing drew her short knife and channeled her magic to strike at the sword light of the Flying Immortal Sword. However, the attack power of the Flying Immortal Sword was not so simple; it instantly sent Tian Yuqing flying against the wall behind a chair in the hall.
At that moment, Zhang Weixin reached where Tian Yuqing had been standing before. Seeing that she hadn't made it in time, she froze for a moment before quickly flying towards where Tian Yuqing had crashed into the wall.
"Young Master, are you okay?" Zhang Weixin anxiously shook Tian Yuqing, knowing that the Sect Leader regarded this little girl as a successor. If she died because of her failure to protect her... Remembering the methods of the Sect Leader, Zhang Weixin shivered.
"Cough cough!" Tian Yuqing coughed up two mouthfuls of blood. Seeing her so-called family from the Tian Family standing by obediently, she felt an inexplicable anger rise within her. She raised her hand and slapped Zhang Weixin across the face: "Waste! How could you protect me like this?"
Looking at Tian Yuqing, who was in such a state, Ling Mo Xie shook his head in disappointment. Meanwhile, Ling Siwen turned around and smiled, saying, "You kid, going out this time has really increased your power!"
Ling Mo Xie raised his head and looked at Ling Siwen, swallowing hard a few times. "Grandpa, I'm sorry!"
"Haha! What is there to be sorry about? I already regret not protecting your father back then. This time, I will not take a step back!" Ling Siwen gently patted Ling Mo Xie's head, as if making a promise to a child. In his eyes, Ling Mo Xie was indeed just a child—a mischievous one who often got into trouble.
Zhang Weixin had been reprimanded by Tian Yuqing and dared not retort. After a while, it was Tian Yuqing who was severely injured and had lost all strength, which finally caused him to stop. He glared resentfully at Ling Siwen and Ling Mo Xie. "Capture those two! I want them alive; I want to torture them properly!"
"Yes! Young Master, this time we will not disappoint you!" Zhang Weixin said seriously with his head lowered. He stood up and looked at Ling Siwen and Ling Mo Xie, his face twisted in rage as he shouted, "Good! Very good! How dare you ambush the Young Master! I will make you wish you were dead!"
A tremendous aura surged from Zhang Weixin, causing all the porcelain and crystal items in the hall to shatter into pieces, scattering everywhere. The members of the Ling family hiding nearby were pressed to the ground, struggling to breathe.
Ling Siwen and Ling Mo Xie, targeted by this overwhelming aura, felt even worse.
Cold sweat dripped down Ling Siwen's forehead, but he stood tall and faced Zhang Weixin without fear in his eyes. His hands clenched into fists as his own aura rose to shield Ling Mo Xie from some of the pressure.
However, Ling Mo Xie was still far too outmatched by Zhang Weixin's realm. Even though Ling Siwen blocked some of the pressure for him, it still left him gasping for air. The System had also put him in a paralyzed state along with a stalemate status, rendering him immobile.
As Zhang Weixin stepped closer, his aura grew heavier, resembling the relentless footsteps of death. Finally unable to hold back any longer, Ling Siwen took out an ancient long sword from his storage ring with a clang as he unsheathed it. With a loud shout, he unleashed his spiritual energy, causing sword energy to soar into the sky and breaking free from Zhang Weixin's oppressive aura. He swung the sword downward toward Zhang Weixin.
"Hmph! Just a trivial skill!" Zhang Weixin, on guard, did not take Ling Siwen's attack seriously. With one hand on his hip and his foot planted like a compass, he spoke disdainfully.
In the Azure Emperor Pavilion.
Elder Feng, who had been sleeping, groggily lifted himself up, stretched lazily, rubbed his eyes, and said in confusion, "Huh? Whose commotion is this? They really don't care at all; the aura is soaring! Wait? That direction... isn't it towards the Ling residence where Xiao Ying is trying to recruit that Ling Mo Xie? Well then, let's go take a look."
"Boom!" Just as Ling Siwen's sword attack landed in front of Zhang Weixin, Zhang Weixin waved her hand, and a water-blue light wall appeared in the air, blocking the direction of the sword's attack.
However, what she didn't expect was that the sword light hesitated for a moment on the light wall before actually cutting through it and continuing to slash towards her.
Zhang Weixin narrowed her eyes; she had underestimated that old man. This attack was not so simple! But I am at the Separation Stage; how could I be afraid of a mere Nascent Soul Stage attack?
Zhang Weixin's hands formed phantom-like seals, and petals flew out from nowhere. A rich fragrance wafted through the air as the petals instantly enveloped the sword light, quietly vanishing into thin air.
"Huff, huff!" Ling Siwen gasped for breath; this sword strike had consumed a lot of his Spiritual Energy.
Ling Mo Xie, who was immobilized by the System, looked longingly in Zhang Weixin's direction. Watching as the sword light disappeared amidst the petals, he sighed softly. Is the Separation Stage really that powerful? It seemed like Zhang Weixin didn't exert much effort and effortlessly eliminated the sword light.
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