"Hehe, this pillar is refined from high-grade steel, extremely hard, even a blade that cuts iron like mud cannot move it by an inch."

Zi Qian sneered coldly.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yang's face darkened, and his eyes shifted to the stone slabs on the ground. He immediately drew the Purple Blood Soft Sword from his waist and slashed it towards the stone slabs.

Wow! Wow!

Under the sharp Purple Blood Soft Sword, the stone slabs were instantly sliced into several pieces. Qin Yang lifted them, revealing the metallic cold gleam of a steel floor underneath.

"Tut-tut, the floor below and the ceiling above are all made of high-grade steel. Today, even if you have the ability to reach the heavens, don't dream of escaping."

Saffron said sinisterly.

"You are like fish in a barrel; today our pavilion will let you enter alive but not leave standing."

Zi Qian sneered coldly.

Qin Yang's complexion turned cold. As expected, Zi Qian and Saffron were insidiously cunning, having set a trap long before to deal with him meticulously.

"Where are the elite disciples of Celestial Sword Pavilion!"

Zi Qian shouted with full inner power.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Fifty disciples with strength at the Yellow Tier Middle Stage quickly surged into the hall.

"Present!"

The elite disciples responded in unison.

"Form the Celestial Sword Array!"

Zi Qian commanded in a cold voice.

"Yes!"

The elite disciples shouted in unison, their footsteps shifting, quickly forming a circle, with the tips of their swords all pointing through the gaps in the steel cage towards Qin Yang and White Crane who were inside.

At this moment, the two became living targets.

"Flying Sword Cross!"

Zi Qian shouted coldly.

"Yes!"

The treasure swords in the hands of the elite disciples, under the enhancement of inner power, gleamed with astonishing cold light.

Qin Yang's face sank; in his hand were already two talismans, one Thunder Shock Talisman and one Flame Burst. If these disciples made a move, he wouldn't show any mercy.

"All disciples, stand down!"

Accompanied by a cold and clear voice, a slender emerald figure appeared in the hall.

"It's... Luoyue Shibo!"

"Luoyue Shibo, it's really her..."

"..."

The elite disciples looked at that figure as cool as the moon, with a touch of joy on their faces.

"Bi Luoyue, you actually came out?!"

Zi Qian's expression sank, looking at the suddenly appearing figure.

"This thief must have rescued you! I knew then, I shouldn't have spared your life."

Saffron's eyes shot out two cold beams, staring at Bi Luoyue, and said sinisterly.

"Hmmph, whatever, now that you're here, since you've lived enough, I'll deal with you all together. All disciples, hear my command, encircle her too."

Zi Qian snorted coldly and commanded.

"Ah? This..."

"..."

The elite disciples exchanged glances, uncertain of what to do, with no one moving for a moment.

"Pavilion Master, she's Luoyue Shibo."

One elite disciple moved his throat and said hesitantly.

"Defy orders, and face the pavilion's punishment!"

Zi Qian's eyes darkened and he shouted coldly; these disciples dared question his command.

"Zi Qian, back then you and Saffron poisoned the master, stole the position of Pavilion Master, and imprisoned me in the back mountain. What face do you have to order the pavilion's disciples today?"

Bi Luoyue's eyes had a hint of coldness, and she spoke coldly.

Upon hearing, the elite disciples' faces all changed slightly.

"The old Pavilion Master was poisoned?"

"Luoyue Shibo was also imprisoned? This..."

"..."

The elite disciples in the hall were hearing such secrets for the first time. At this point, their gaze towards Zi Qian and Saffron changed again.

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