The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

"Sect Master, I believe that Senior Sister Yun and Yu Ze are not like that!"

Song Ying stepped forward and knelt in the main hall, pleading, "I beg the sect leader and all the elders to thoroughly investigate this matter!"

Wang Liang and the others knelt down together, pleading, "We beg the sect leader to thoroughly investigate this matter!"

Meng Ci'er was surprised that so many people were pleading for her, and her anger intensified. "Do you even have the right to speak? If you don't want to be punished as well, get out of here immediately!"

The few remained unmoved.

Meng Ci'er was about to make a move when Yun Fuzhao spoke first.

"Yu Nian'er has also been poisoned, hasn't she?"

Meng Ci'er's face turned cold. "You poisoned me, don't you know it yourself?"

“Yu Nian’er’s cultivation is at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, and she has long since abstained from grains. Why would she go to the Food Pavilion?” Yun Fuzhao activated his silver tongue: “These past few times I’ve made her lose face. Can I also suspect that she framed me for the poisoning incident?”

"Yun Fuzhao!"

Meng Ci'er's patience finally ran out, and he impatiently interrupted her, "Nian'er has been poisoned and is still unconscious. I never expected you to be so vicious. It's one thing to harm a fellow disciple, but to also smear her! It seems that the Boundless Sword Sect can no longer tolerate you..."

He mobilized the spiritual energy around him, and his eyes turned deep purple. "Today, I will represent the sect to clean house!"

The elder standing beside him was taken aback. "Thirteen Curses?! Sect Master, Yun Fuzhao is still a child..."

[Yun Family Squad 2, Guard He Yu: The Thirteen Curses, a secret technique passed down only to the sect leader of the Boundless Sword Sect. Each curse can easily take a cultivator's life. Yun girl, run!]

[That shameless bastard! A sect leader of his stature actually laid a deadly hand on a junior! He has truly brought shame upon the Boundless Sword Sect!]

[The Thirteen Curses are only used in dire situations. What is Meng Ci'er thinking?]

[Yun Family Team 2, by Ziqian: Jiaoyu revealed herself, and he, wary, decided to kill her.]

Since Wei Heyu had said so, Yun Fuzhao naturally dared not delay. She grabbed Yu Ze and stepped onto Wuji, flying away in a frenzy.

Meng Ci'er, however, had no intention of letting her off so easily. He brought his index and middle fingers together, his eyes gleaming with purple light.

The golden incantation, like a snake, slithered away with a "whoosh."

Meng Ci'er lifted her foot to chase after him.

Song Ying's expression hardened. Yun Fuzhao had been incredibly kind to her, and now that Yun Fuzhao was in grave danger, she didn't want to, and couldn't, just abandon her like this.

She stood up, and the hidden arrow in her sleeve slashed through the air, making a series of whooshing sounds.

Meng Ci'er immediately drew his sword, and the silver sword clashed with the hidden arrow, producing a piercing clang.

"You want to die?"

With a single palm strike, Song Ying was completely powerless to resist. His body flew dozens of meters backward, crashing into a stone pillar like an arched shrimp.

This caused several cracks to appear in the stone pillar.

Song Ying coughed up blood and fainted.

Meng Ci'er withdrew his hand, and the next second, a heavy sword came crashing down on him with unstoppable force.

He easily dodged it, but another figure approached.

"One or two, do you not take this sect master seriously?"

Meng Ci'er released her pressure, and Wang Liang and the others could not withstand the wrath of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage. In a short while, their swords were knocked out of their hands, and they were all pressed to the ground, unable to get up.

The other disciples kept their distance, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Meng Ci'er stepped onto her natal sword and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Yun Fuzhao dodged left and right, but the golden incantation was like a stubborn plaster that he couldn't shake off no matter what he did.

The words were scalding hot, like lava, burning several large holes in Yun Fuzhao's clothes.

Yu Ze was in even worse shape than her; he had taken several hits from her during the flight, leaving him with shocking wounds on his arms and thighs.

Yun Fuzhao knew that things couldn't continue like this, so she shouted, "Jiaoyu!"

The jade pendant on his wrist swelled dozens of times in the blink of an eye, and then tilted its head back, emitting deep, muffled dragon roars.

When Meng Ci'er, who was chasing after them, saw the white figure, fear flashed through his heart, but it was quickly replaced by greed.

If he were truly a dragon, then Meng Ci'er would be the first cultivator in the world to ascend to immortality through the help of the dragon race!

However, what puzzled him was that the spirit beast in front of Yun Fuzhao was different from the one before; this time it looked like an ordinary white snake.

Meng Ci'er guessed that she had used some method to cover her tracks, but no matter how she tried to conceal it, the earth-shattering aura would not lie.

"The tenth of the thirteen mantras, the Sanskrit chant!"

Meng Ci'er grinned maliciously. The tenth curse was something even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't withstand.

Ancient scriptures resounded through the sky, Yun Fuzhao's eyes were bloodshot, and even his ears were bleeding.

She now understood why Sun Wukong suffered so much when Tang Sanzang chanted the incantation. Damn it, it was simply unbearable for a human!

Along with the pain, a surge of anger also welled up within him.

Yun Fuzhao was usually easygoing and rarely got angry with others, but this time, she was really furious.

You're finished, Meng Ci'er! You've messed with the most difficult person in the world! You just wait, I'll make you wait forever!

Yun Fuzhao activated the first move of the Void Dragon Roar, threw Yu Ze aside, and charged towards Meng Ci'er with Wuji as she stepped on Wuji.

She worked with Jiaoyu, who helped her hold off the annoying spells, giving her a chance to attack that damned Meng Cier.

She clenched her fist, and a ghostly blue flame enveloped it, charging straight at Meng Ci'er's face.

He scoffed, "Overestimating yourself."

Meng Ci'er raised his hand to catch it. He originally thought that Yun Fuzhao's punch was just a tickle and nothing special, but when he actually caught it, his palm went numb and painful, and his palm was burned red by the flames.

He was terrified inside, but he didn't show it on his face.

Yun Fuzhao raised his leg and kicked him hard in the lower part of his body. Meng Cier had anticipated this and dodged the attack by flipping over. He raised his right hand and the long sword was already in his hand.

“Only a brute uses his fists,” Meng Ci’er glared at her. “Yun Fuzhao, pick up your sword and let me see what makes the so-called number one sword on the list so special.”

Yun Fuzhao hadn't used the Void Dragon Roar Sword Technique much before, so now was the perfect time to practice on it.

Void Breaking Dragon's Roar, First Form: Sword Pierces the Sky.

Yun Fuzhao gripped Wuji tightly, the dark blue flames covering the sword, making the red gem on the hilt appear even more vibrant.

Like the pupils of a lurking beast in the abyss.

Yun Fuzhao gripped Wuji tightly and swung it out fiercely. The sword light was like lightning, cutting through the sky, as if it wanted to cut off all obstacles in the world.

Her offensive was fierce, and Meng Ci'er was equally ruthless.

Both were moving at incredible speeds, their figures completely obscured. The only clues to the battle were the clanging of metal objects in the air, a sound that made one's teeth ache.

Meng Ci'er's attitude, which had been light and dismissive at first, turned serious. "What kind of sword technique is that!"

Yun Fuzhao did not answer. She swallowed the blood that rose in her throat and continued her attack on him.

She and Meng Ci'er were a whole realm apart, yet they were able to fight each other so evenly, entirely thanks to the support of Wuji and Void Dragon Roar.

She had a premonition that she would soon be unable to hold on any longer.

If she loses, death awaits her.

Yun Fuzhao's offensive became fierce, even with a sense of reckless madness. Only at this moment did Meng Ci'er realize that Yun Fuzhao was not at the Great Perfection of Spiritual Silence at all!

How many secrets does this person still hold? Meng Ci'er dared not think further, and coldly roared, "Tenth Curse, Annihilation!"