Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

As the sword light dissipated, a humanoid puppet about three zhang tall appeared. Its body was brown and gold, with many green lines outlining array patterns. A person stood on its shoulder, and the Hundred Machine Pouch at its waist jingled.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, I am here to protect Fellow Daoist Jiang during his tribulation. Why are you hitting me?"

Gu Chenyin looked helpless and stepped back a little, as if she had really been accidentally injured.

Meng Qinghong carefully sensed it and found that the warning sign had indeed not disappeared. A thought struck him, and he whispered:

"I can't find him. The one with such stealth skills must be Xuan Moyu of the Moon Shadow Pavilion."

Moon Shadow Pavilion is most skilled in stealth and invisibility. Only Xuan Moyu, the young master of Moon Shadow Pavilion and possessing the Mysterious Shadow Body, could hide so well right under their noses.

Xing Xuanzhi released his divine sense, then closed his eyes and activated the secret technique with all his might.

As her hair danced wildly, starlight shone through her. A visible burst of starlight quickly emanated from between her brows, drifting to Jiang Han's side as if it possessed sentience, before retreating swiftly as if electrocuted.

Xing Xuanzhi's face turned pale, and he let out a cry of surprise. He manipulated the starlight to approach Chu Yue, hesitated for a moment, and then retreated as well. In the end, he could only pour into the ship and spread rapidly in all directions.

In an instant, the surrounding world was plunged into darkness, with only a few points of starlight shining. The starlight gathered into various images that flickered continuously, as if they were deducing something.

She was not qualified to pry into Jiang Han's fate. Before she even got close, she sensed great danger. It was as if a voice from the void was telling her that if she dared to touch him even slightly, she would die instantly.

The girl, who was only at the Qi Refining stage, also possessed a destiny that made her heart tremble, making her dare not touch it.

Unexpectedly, a lower-level sword sect was able to gather two beings with great destiny at the same time. Could it be that this time, destiny will really fall on the sword sect?

But this was not the time to think too much. Although she couldn't touch those two, she was afraid that the others behind them might be tainted by evil spirits and couldn't be touched either.

However, if she were only testing the fate of this warship, she could still glean a glimpse into its destiny.

"The Star Destiny, the Way of Star Destiny, truly lives up to its reputation."

Yun Fengzhu chuckled and stepped back, saying, "It seems I've come at the wrong time today. In that case, let's wait until everyone is free so I can have a detailed discussion with Fellow Daoist Jiang."

After saying that, he looked at Mo Qiushuang and the others, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to take them with him. Instead, he turned around and quickly left with Li Jingqiu and the other two, clearly indicating that he did not want any further involvement.

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he left.

With a formidable enemy at hand, it's naturally a good thing to have one less powerful figure with unclear intentions, especially this guy whose mind is confused and who goes crazy at the drop of a hat.

Just then, Xing Xuanzhi suddenly opened his eyes and shouted:

"below!"

"below?"

Meng Qinghong's mind stirred, and he activated his divine sense with all his might, rushing towards the bottom of the warship without reservation. At the same time, blue and white light condensed into a sword between his eyebrows, and the chilling sword energy rapidly exploded in all directions.

The warship was instantly protected by sword energy, its entire body glowing with a blue light.

He had just finished doing all this when he felt something was wrong.

The warning signs are stronger now.

"not good!"

The next moment, a deafening roar exploded beneath everyone, and a violent sound wave surged upwards, piercing through Meng Qinghong's divine sense and crashing into the warship. The warship's shields rippled, and it was sent flying into the sky by the impact.

Everyone present changed their expressions slightly, and they all flew out to avoid the impact the moment the warship was hit.

Jiang Han raised his hand and grabbed, and a giant thunderous hand materialized in the void, forcefully pulling the warship to protect Chu Yue as it retreated rapidly.

Meng Qinghong flew into the sky, made a hand seal, and the blue and white sword light between his brows shot out, crashing down rapidly like a falling meteor.

Boom!

A bolt of purple lightning struck down from below, colliding with the blue and white sword light. The space there distorted instantly, then exploded with sword intent and lightning, and the two annihilated each other.

The two sides fought to a draw, indicating that the newcomer must also be a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and a remarkably powerful one at that.

Just then, a massive shadow leaped out from the void below, blotting out the sky, and crashed into the high sky in front of everyone.

Boom!

The void trembled violently as if it were a real object. A hundred-foot-tall Qilin, entirely purple-black in color, stood in the void, its ferocious beast head roaring to the sky, its voice like a dragon's cry or a phoenix's cry.

"Roar--!"

A violent pressure suddenly spread out, and countless purple electric snakes appeared out of thin air, crackling and popping, creating an astonishing spectacle.

In front of him stood another figure with his arms crossed, a wicked smile on his lips, casually observing the crowd.

Everyone stared intently, and their expressions immediately darkened.

"Purple Thunder Scale, Sovereign Over the Abyss".

Meng Qinghong glanced at him once and immediately became wary of his surroundings, saying:

"I didn't expect the Wanling Yudao Sect and Yueying Tower to join forces again. Where is Xuan Moyu? Why hasn't he shown up yet?"

As he spoke, he secretly transmitted his voice to Jiang Han:

"These two are quite strong, but they are about the same level as us. They are far beyond what you can handle, but if they were to fight, it would be difficult to determine a winner. Their appearance here is probably to stall us. The real assassins should be lying in ambush elsewhere."

Find an opportunity to escape with your people, but be careful of ambushes by other Nascent Soul cultivators along the way. Their strength is not weak either, comparable to your current level.

But with your speed, you can easily escape as long as you don't linger in battle. I've already contacted Zheng Hanyun to bring reinforcements. Head east; you should be able to meet him there.

Jiang Han nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, but there was little fear in his eyes. Instead, he turned his gaze around.

With his current strength, he is indeed unable to participate in the battles of these late-stage Nascent Soul core disciples, but he is quite confident in dealing with some early- to mid-stage Nascent Soul prodigies.

But now was not the time to leave. He could vaguely sense a gaze watching him, but the gaze was extremely subtle, moving up and down, left and right, making it difficult to pinpoint its exact location.

Only by forcing that person to show themselves can they hold each other off in a two-on-two battle, preventing them from being picked off one by one, and only then will he have a chance to leave.

Of course, if he really can't get away, he's not afraid to take a gamble.

With his current trump cards, even if he can't kill these core disciples when he unleashes his full power, he can definitely injure them by surprise.

However, the price would be too high, and it would disrupt Senior Brother Meng's plans. There's no need to risk everything unless it's a desperate situation.

"Xuan Moyu? Hmph, I alone am enough to deal with you all."

Xuan Moyu stopped dozens of miles away. Just by standing there, he exuded a domineering aura. The Purple Thunder Scale behind him kept moving left and right, and lightning as thick as tree trunks kept flashing around him. The man and the scale had two pairs of big eyes staring intently at Jiang Han.

"You're the kid with the lightning spiritual root?"