I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Zhuang Yujing gestured for everyone to stop. He sneered, "Bing Nandong, you're pretending to be the sect leader and the cult leader in Tianyun Sect. Aren't you afraid someone will see through your act?"

Fan Zhiyi was quite surprised. Judging from Gao Xiao's tone, he knew about Bing Nandong's dual identity. So, Bing Nandong didn't make a move against Gao Xiao. What was the relationship between the two of them?

Bing Nandong ignored him from beginning to end, his eyes were cold and menacing, making people feel cold all over when they looked at him, showing that he was in a very bad mood.

Fan Zhiyi sensed that Bing Nandong's condition was not quite right; something was seriously wrong, and he hoped it wouldn't be misunderstood.

No sooner had they thought this than several wind blades flew toward them with lightning speed. They dodged, and the wind blades changed direction and rushed toward Xiaoman.

The wind whistled past their ears. Fan Zhiyi heard Xiaoman's footsteps stop and quickly landed in his arms at another spot. The ground where they had been standing was now dented in several places, and Xiaoman's clothes and skin were torn and bleeding.

Bing Nandong's voice was icy: "Give him back to me. Next time, I won't hold back."

A look of pain flashed across Xiaoman's face, but her expression became even more determined. Fan Zhiyi felt the strength in her arms increase.

Tsk, in this situation, did Bing Nandong not see the note he left? Fan Zhiyi tried to get down, squirming restlessly: "Xiaoman, let me go." Xiaoman didn't respond, so she could only persuade Bing Nandong, "Bing Nandong, listen to me... mmm!"

Fan Zhiyi was furious and glared at Zhuang Yujing. So what if he can silence people!

Zhuang Yujing merely glanced at him, then drew his sword and pointed it at Bing Nandong: "Since you've caught up with us, let's tie you up and take you all back to Jiuwanli!"

After speaking, he rushed out first. Bing Nandong used his mask to block and slid past from the side. He did not linger in battle and was about to reach Xiaoman in an instant, but suddenly a bright blue barrier rose up to block him. In the blink of an eye, Xiaoman and Fan Zhiyi switched places.

Apparition.

However, He An was clearly struggling to withstand Bing Nandong's attack. As the two spiritual energies collided, He An was forced to take several steps back.

Xiao Man flicked her sleeve to stop Fan Zhiyi from squatting down, and placed him next to the unconscious Cen Jun under the tree. She then set up a barrier: "Young master, stay here." After saying that, Xiao Man drew her two daggers and slashed them hard on her arms, quickly filling the daggers with blood. The daggers gleamed with a sharp, cold light.

"Bing Nandong, I am your opponent!" Zhuang Yujing swung his sword and slashed.

With a loud crash, the dust settled, and He An's back slammed into a tree, snapping it in two. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. Then, he slapped the ground with his palm, flipped over, and caught Xiao Man, who was also falling towards him.

Only Zhuang Yujing remained on the battlefield, still wielding his sword. Bing Nandong did not make a move, but simply dodged: "I'm not in the mood to play around with you right now."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yujing frowned, his anger rising: "I'm always very serious about wanting to beat you up!"

"He was impetuous and dared to wield the sword like that before he had even mastered his right hand."

"Mind your own business, He An!"

Zhuang Yujing flipped backward in the air, and as soon as the last word was uttered, He An formed a hand seal, and a pillar of light rose from the ground to form a circle. Bright yellow talismans were affixed to the pillar of light, and the talisman paper fluttered, trapping Bing Nandong within it.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Yujing's figure transformed into three attacks. Bing Nandong narrowed his eyes to block, but the next second, three sharp arrows came from another direction. Bing Nandong didn't even look and flicked his sleeve to repel them. However, he didn't expect that these three were all illusions. The real arrow came from the front, pierced through the pillar of light, and pierced Bing Nandong's wrist, pinning him to the tree.

He An used his magic, and the beam of light followed him closely, locking Bing Nandong firmly within the formation.

Fan Zhiyi stared intently at the scene, his heart pounding in his throat. He tried his best to find a way to break free from the Immortal Binding Rope, but no matter what he did, the rope only tightened. Fan Zhiyi became more and more anxious, not noticing that Cen Jun's eyelashes twitched beside him.

Zhuang Yujing had just been struck in the abdomen by Bing Nandong. The bow formed from his spiritual energy dissipated, and he wiped the blood from his mouth. His eyes shone brightly, and he smiled confidently: "You lost. Come back to Jiuwanli with me, Bing Nandong."

Bing Nandong watched as the arrow that had immobilized him dissipated, but his pinned hand remained immobile: "An improvement over last time."

"Hmph, what do you think I've been doing for the past ten years? I've been training day and night, all to beat you and bring you back with me!"

Bing Nandong's gaze finally settled on Zhuang Yujing, and a mocking smile appeared on his face: "After all these years, you are still as naive as ever. Zhuang Yujing, we are no longer on the same path."

Arrow-wielding Zhuang Yujing had cast a paralyzing spell, which would gradually spread from Bing Nandong's hand to his entire body. Although some trickery had been used, the opponent was Bing Nandong, so regardless, the priority was to take him away first.

"You've been spouting nonsense all day long, and now you've finally fallen into my hands." Zhuang Yujing coughed a few times, expelling the blood and phlegm, and felt a little better in his throat. "Tie him up and take him away."

Bing Nandong remained expressionless as thick black energy surged in from all directions, accompanied by faint ghostly wails, and countless lurking creatures drew closer.

The once clear river water had turned as black as ink, churning and swirling, from which stretched out pale, ghostly hands, eager to crawl ashore.

However, they seemed to be wary of something and hesitated to actually engage Zhuang Yujing and his group.

Zhuang Yujing glanced at the surrounding scenery, his expression becoming increasingly serious: "Bing Nandong, wake up. After we return to Jiuwanli, find Jinwu and we'll figure out a solution together."

Fan Zhiyi was helped up by Xiaoman, and Cen Jun was also helped up by He An.

Bing Nandong closed his eyes, then opened them again, and slowly pulled his hand away.

Zhuang Yujing's eyes widened, and she involuntarily took a few steps forward, trying to stop Bing Nandong's actions: "Are you crazy?"

“The method is good, but your cultivation level is not high enough.” Bing Nandong raised his hand with another black and red hole in the middle and twirled it. Bloodstains meandered through the lines of his palm and fell down, staining his sleeves. “I’m losing patience, Zhuang Yujing.”

Black energy seemed to be emanating from Bing Nandong's body, causing the temperature in the entire forest to drop rapidly, as if it were the dead of winter. The black energy grew thicker, and the shrill laughter and cries of ghosts seemed to be right next to their ears, as if they could emerge from any unexpected place.

The thought was terrifying. Fan Zhiyi was terrified of this atmosphere. He was very nervous, and even though the weather was cold, his palms were still sweating. His back was stiff and straight.