This sword thrust from the west had scared Wang Fuxian to the point of feeling as though he had lost his soul. The Cultivation Technique he had been practicing since childhood was frantically alerting him to the fatal danger this sword carried, but the Senluo Wanxiang Scripture, which would normally operate automatically in times of crisis, was now moving at an extremely slow pace.

This situation he knew well—it was close to a situation of almost certain death, where even the Senluo Wanxiang Scripture, which could calculate Heavenly Mechanism, could scarcely find a way out.

He was merely at Great Perfection of the Fifth Realm, even

"Sister, save me!"

In this critical moment, Wang Fuxian's fortune peaked as he shrieked at the top of his lungs.

"Ding!"

Out of thin air, a Jade Bamboo Sword appeared in front of Wang Fuxian, its tip colliding with the ordinary Spirit Sword in Su Youyi's hand, emitting the sound of metal clashing against metal.

The Spirit Sword in Su Youyi's hand was just an ordinary seventh-grade Spirit Sword she had casually taken out from her Storage Ring. It required her to strenuously protect it with Spiritual Power to prevent it from shattering in the fight against Zhao Youting. But now, upon colliding with the Jade Bamboo Sword, it completely shattered into fragments.

"Su Daoist friend, please quell your anger." Although Pang Qingshi made a move to stop the fight and directly apologized, she felt that Wang Fuxian's words were entirely inappropriate. Yet, she couldn't just stand by and watch a fellow sect Disciple be seriously injured right there.

Having seen her attack intercepted, Su Youyi was neither angry nor annoyed, but simply glanced coldly at Wang Fuxian before returning to Liang Yi's side.

Originally, she just wanted to teach a lesson to the person who had recklessly slandered her senior brother. With Pang Qingshi there, she was certainly not going to succeed.

However, this person did not even understand the basic principle that trouble comes from the mouth; what cultivation could he possibly achieve?

"Pang Daoist friend, this time my junior sister acted impulsively, you don't need to apologize." Liang Yi smiled and waved his hand, and though his words sounded like he was blaming his junior sister, anyone could tell Liang Yi really had no intention to stop her.

Having narrowly escaped death, Wang Fuxian finally realized that he had broken out in a cold sweat.

Under Liang Yi's seemingly smiling gaze, Wang Fuxian's face turned extremely ugly. This time he had lost face, and in front of Chief Pang, no less.

Lu Shanxing looked at Liang Yi and then at senior brother Wang Fuxian, feeling somewhat headache and at a loss for a moment.

Senior brother Wang Fuxian's quick mouth was well known in the sect, which was a major reason why he had few friends. However, senior brother Wang Fuxian had helped him out many times in the initial stages of his cultivation, so he had always been able to tolerate him and maintain a good relationship.

But now, on one side were Liang Yi and Su Youyi, to whom he owed his life, and on the other was a close friend who had helped him a lot in the past, leaving him quite unsure of what to do.

"Senior brother Wang, calm down for a moment. The injuries I sustained were inflicted by Zhao Youting, and the two from the Taoist Sect intervened to save me when they saw the injustice." Lu Shanxing quickly recounted the recent events.

However, the reactions of the two from the Senluo Wanxiang Sect upon learning the truth were completely different.

Pang Qingshi was filled with gratitude and expressed her thanks to Liang Yi and Su Youyi, conveying the appreciation from the Senluo Wanxiang Sect. Given her status, her gratitude could almost represent the Senluo Wanxiang Sect.

And Wang Fuxian's expression was filled with indignation, his face betraying his discontent. With a shift of his eyes, he began to utter sarcastic remarks in a strangely mocking tone:

"Don't you think the timing and place of their arrival are too coincidental? And this nonsense about discerning truth from lies, I see it as nothing more than a ploy to earn the gratitude of our Senluo Wanxiang Sect. They wouldn't lift a finger until your life was in danger!"

He knew these words might further provoke Liang Yi, but with Chief Pang there, he was sure nothing would happen to him, because this involved the issue of the sect's prestige.

Upon hearing this, the previously cool expression on Pang Qingshi's face completely changed. Under the convergence of starlight, Pang Qingshi struck out with her palm, hitting the unprepared Wang Fuxian squarely.

"Spurt!" A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, forming a blood flower in the air. Wang Fuxian himself was hit by the overwhelming force akin to a meteor strike, turning into an invisible ray of light that smashed into the ground, creating a crater one hundred meters in diameter amid the flying dust.

Even Lu Shanxing could not bear to watch this time. Sister Pang's strike was without the slightest restraint. Lu Shanxing saw with his own eyes the faint silver starlight emerging on Wang Fuxian's body as the palm approached, the protective talisman unique to the Senluo Wanxiang Sect.

However, that talisman only served to keep Wang Fuxian hanging by a thread; Sister Pang's palm strike made Wang Fuxian's injuries even worse than his.

Liang Yi awkwardly scratched his head; he had thought he could play the hero and save the day, but Pang Qingshi abruptly interrupted him.

Moreover, he wasn't as angry as Pang Qingshi had thought. He was more curious and puzzled:

How did such an idiot become a True Inheritor of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect?

He could guess Wang Fuxian's thoughts immediately—it was nothing more than the idea of embodying the prestige of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect as a True Inheritor, and not allowing himself to be bullied in front of others.

But this guy with a barely functioning brain only considered the first layer; he didn't realize that when he spoke those words, he was the one damaging the sect's prestige, not someone else.

His every word and action also symbolized the standard of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect to some extent. The sect could tolerate disciples being arrogant, despising others, or being inhumane because these could be attributed to individual character.

But stupidity was inexcusable, for it was beyond redemption.

"Ts-ts." Liang Yi's pitiful gaze carried a hint of schadenfreude; this guy's punishment upon return would certainly be severe. At worst, they might even revoke his status as a True Inheritor.

Su Youyi was slowly suppressing the murderous intent in her heart, that chilling intent made Lu Shanxing wipe the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, Sister Pang acted quickly; otherwise, he wasn't sure if Wang Fuxian would still be alive.

"Go check if he's alive, give him some basic treatment." Although Pang Qingshi was well aware of the severity of her own strike, she still had to make Wang Fuxian's situation sound worse in front of Liang Yi and Su Youyi.

Upon receiving permission, Lu Shanxing hurriedly flew down, fearing if he were any later, Wang Fuxian would be beyond help.

Liang Yi gently squeezed his junior sister's hand, blinking lightly to hint that there was no need for her to be upset.

Seeing Liang Yi's gesture, Pang Qingshi also unconsciously relaxed. As long as Liang Yi did not pursue the matter further, it was alright, after all, the crime of slanderously defaming the chief of another Super Force was not a light one.

"There are elders over there, how about we move to the ship to continue our talk?" Liang Yi said, watching Lu Shanxing carrying what was barely recognizable as Wang Fuxian floating up from the ground, and casually pointed towards the nearby Floating Cloud Ship.

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