Yaoguang Fairy Path

However, beneath this beautiful exterior, she concealed endless pain and despair. She trembled slightly and tried to stand up, but the chill coming from deep within her body made her feel powerless.

The surrounding air seemed to be affected by this chill and became extremely cold.

A clear cry broke the tense atmosphere. Ling Hua rushed forward, helped the staggering Yue Ran to her feet, and asked with concern, "Senior Sister Yue Ran, how are you?"

Yue Ran fiercely shook off Ling Hua's hand, her voice filled with indifference and determination: "None of your business!"

Ling Hua was pushed away by her, his eyes lowered, his hands clenched, obviously unhappy with Yue Ran's attitude.

At that moment, a flash of cold light flashed, and Bingpo burst out from Ye Shuyao's hair, tumbling through the air like a silver dragon. With a fierce, murderous aura, it pierced Yueran. Yueran's face changed, and she hurriedly waved her natal sword to block it. However, within three strokes, her natal sword was shattered by Bingpo.

Sharp blades slashed through space, slicing Yue Ran's face and body like razor-sharp blades. She screamed, "Ah! Damn my face!" She clutched her cheek, blood seeping through her fingers. She watched her natal sword crumble to pieces, filled with shock and anger.

Her face instantly turned pale, and blood gushed out of her mouth again. At this moment, she finally realized that the power of the sword was far beyond her imagination. Her heart was filled with fear and regret, but everything was irreversible.

Ye Shuyao's strength was beyond her expectations. She didn't expect that this bitch's trump card was so strong that Yue Ran was shocked.

Seeing Bingpo's attack coming like a torrential downpour, Yue Ran, as a direct disciple of Yaochi Immortal Palace's Fifth Elder, naturally had her own means of self-preservation. She activated three high-level defensive magic tools in succession, each successfully blocking Bingpo's fierce attacks.

Yue Ran watched Bing Po being repelled again and again by her own defensive magic weapon and let out a sigh, the tension in her heart easing slightly. However, at this moment, a terrifying aura suddenly enveloped the entire hall, as if even the air had frozen.

Yue Ran looked up. The man in the dark red robe was like a king emerging from the darkness. He towered over the hall, his aura so powerful it was suffocating. His gaze was as cold as a knife, as if it could see through everything, making everyone present feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

With Long Wuji's appearance, the few people on the ground who had just woken up from their comas turned pale with fear at the horrific scene before them. They screamed and ran away, fearing that they would become the next target. The remaining few, perhaps because of their low cultivation, had not yet woken up from their comas.

Baili Lingfeng struggled to wake up from his coma. He rubbed his aching head, trying to stay awake. When he saw Ye Shuyao lying in a pool of blood, her face as pale as paper, his anger instantly erupted. He roared and rushed towards Ye Shuyao, trying to break through the invisible barrier that blocked him.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the barrier remained as impenetrable as a wall of iron. Baili Lingfeng's attacks were like a drop in the ocean, the barrier showing no reaction. He roared in anger, his voice echoing throughout the empty hall, but to no avail.

As his spiritual energy gradually depleted, Baili Lingfeng collapsed to the ground. His eyes gradually dimmed, losing their former brilliance. Despair and self-blame filled his heart. He knew he couldn't protect Ye Shuyao, and this feeling of powerlessness tore at his heart.