Yun Heng stopped in front of Lu Xuanwei.
The Sect Master of the Xuanxiao Sect, who moments ago had been looking down over the battlefield from midair, could now barely manage to stand on the ground, pressing a hand against his injured chest.
Yun Heng looked at him and said coldly, “Sect Master Lu. I already gave you a chance. You were the ones who refused to appreciate it.”
Lu Xuanwei’s face turned pale, a storm raging within his heart.
He had never imagined that Yun Heng’s reinforcements would arrive so quickly.
Nor had he expected the other party’s strength to be so terrifying.
Before Yun Zhao appeared, he had believed that with his mid-stage Void Refinement cultivation, combined with the numerous elders of the Xuanxiao Sect and the Taihua Sword Sect, it would be enough to capture Yun Heng and all her guards.
As long as they did not give Yun Heng the chance to summon anyone else, the conflict would not escalate further.
Yet Yun Zhao had appeared on the battlefield out of thin air.
No one knew how she had appeared, nor did anyone know if Yun Heng could summon even more powerhouses of the same level.
What alarmed Lu Xuanwei even more was that, even now, he could not accurately gauge Yun Zhao’s cultivation.
Peak Void Refinement?
Or the Body Integration Realm?
Lu Xuanwei only knew that Yun Zhao had not even truly made a move just now.
By merely unleashing a surge of pressure, she had already severely injured all the Soul Transformation elders of both sects, and even he, a mid-stage Void Refinement cultivator, had found it difficult to withstand.
If Yun Zhao had truly harbored murderous intent and wanted to wipe out the Soul Transformation elders present from both sects, it would likely take no more than a wave of her hand.
Lu Xuanwei remained silent for a long time.
Things had come to this; saying anything more was meaningless.
Today had indeed been his miscalculation.
Now, more than half of the elders and disciples of the Xuanxiao Sect and the Taihua Sword Sect were injured, and even he himself had suffered non-negligible internal injuries.
All of this was of their own making.
Lu Xuanwei did not argue further. He simply stood in place, awaiting Yun Heng’s next judgment.
Yun Heng’s gaze slowly swept through the crowd, searching for Su Mingyuan’s figure.
When the two sides were fighting earlier, Su Mingyuan had quietly hidden herself among the Xuanxiao Sect disciples.
At this moment, she stood behind several injured direct disciples, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
It was completely over.
That was the only thought remaining in Su Mingyuan’s mind.
Her face was full of despair, unable to muster even the slightest thought of fleeing.
“Su Mingyuan.”
Yun Heng’s cold voice reached her ears.
Su Mingyuan’s body stiffened.
The surrounding Xuanxiao Sect disciples subconsciously stepped aside to both sides, completely exposing her figure.
Su Mingyuan closed her eyes.
She had no other choice but to step forward from the crowd.
Since there was no escaping regardless of what she did, she might as well be straightforward.
Su Mingyuan arrived in front of Yun Heng. The panic from earlier was gone from her face, replaced by an expression of complete resignation to her fate.
“Kill me or cut me, do as you please.”
Yun Heng looked at her and suddenly smiled.
Su Mingyuan was utterly desperate now.
Moments ago, she had been frantically seeking help, but now that she saw Lu Xuanwei, He Lansong, and Wei Quechen could barely protect themselves, she simply gave up struggling.
In that case, she would fulfill Su Mingyuan’s wish.
Yun Heng turned her head to look at Yun Zhao and gave her a look.
Yun Zhao instantly understood her meaning.
She stepped forward and stopped in front of Su Mingyuan.
Looking at the black-robed female cultivator right in front of her, Su Mingyuan’s face paled even further.
Even though she had prepared herself, when actually facing a powerhouse whose cultivation far exceeded Lu Xuanwei’s, she still could not control the terror in her heart.
A wave of pressure descended directly onto Su Mingyuan.
“Bang!”
Su Mingyuan’s knees slammed heavily onto the ground.
Before she could even react, a powerful force surged into her meridians, charging straight toward her dantian.
“No—”
Intense pain swept through her entire body in an instant.
Su Mingyuan let out a bloodcurdling scream and curled up on the ground.
Having one’s cultivation forcefully crippled was inherently an agonizing ordeal.
Her dantian shattered under that force, and the spiritual power originally stored inside instantly lost control, frantically charging into every limb and bone.
Her meridians felt as if they were being torn apart inch by inch.
Veins bulged on Su Mingyuan’s forehead as her hands gripped the ground tightly, her fingernails nearly all breaking off.
The aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator on her rapidly faded.
In just a few moments, Su Mingyuan lost all of her cultivation.
She lay limply on the ground, drenched in cold sweat from head to toe, without even the strength to lift an arm.
The surroundings fell completely silent.
Seeing a Foundation Establishment cultivator forcefully stripped of her cultivation with their own eyes, everyone present felt deep horror in their hearts.
This Young Lord of a secluded clan truly acted with decisive ruthlessness.
When she said she would abolish Su Mingyuan’s cultivation, she truly did it directly in front of the Sect Master and numerous elders of the Xuanxiao Sect, leaving not a shred of leeway.
Yet shock aside, few people felt that Yun Heng was in the wrong.
Today’s matter was originally instigated by Su Mingyuan herself.
Su Mingyuan had wanted to borrow a knife to kill, and now having her cultivation crippled in return could only be considered bringing it upon herself.
The elders and disciples of the Xuanxiao Sect looked at Su Mingyuan lying on the ground, yet not a single one spoke up.
He Zhou also stood among the crowd.
During the battle earlier, he had been struck by a Golden Armored Guard and suffered non-negligible injuries.
Seeing Su Mingyuan lying on the ground at this moment, the expression on his face was extremely complex.
He merely turned his eyes away slowly, unable to bear looking any longer.
Lu Xuanwei and He Lansong said even less.
Su Mingyuan’s cultivation had already been destroyed.
Now, they only hoped that Yun Heng would stop here and not continue to vent her fury onto the entire Xuanxiao Sect.
On the outer edge of the crowd, a figure quietly observed all of this from start to finish.
Bai Yi stood among the crowd, his attire still ordinary, his aura devoid of anything special.
From the moment Wei Quechen unleashed his pressure toward Yun Heng, he had been paying close attention to this side.
At first, there was a trace of worry in Bai Yi’s eyes.
Later, when the guards appeared, his worry gradually turned into surprise.
It was not until Yun Zhao appeared that the expression in Bai Yi’s eyes turned to sheer shock.
He had long known that Yun Heng was no ordinary rogue cultivator.
Yet he had never expected that Yun Heng was actually the Young Lord of a secluded clan.
Such a status was indeed far more noble than that of a direct disciple of an ordinary sect in the Eastern Region.
On the other side, Yan Yi felt immense satisfaction in her heart.
Earlier, when Wei Quechen attacked Yun Heng, she had once thought Yun Heng was doomed.
Later, when the Xuanxiao Sect and the Taihua Sword Sect joined forces, and Lu Xuanwei revealed his mid-stage Void Refinement cultivation, she had been so worried that she wished she could charge in directly to help.
She had never expected that Yun Heng had a powerhouse like Yun Zhao behind her.
What shocked Yan Yi most was Yun Heng’s long-hidden identity.
She was actually the Young Lord of a secluded clan.
The two of them had been in touch for so long, yet Yun Heng had never brought this up on her own initiative.
In their daily interactions, Yun Heng showed not the slightest hint of a high-and-mighty air.
Despite possessing such a powerful family background, she had always traveled alone outside without ever using her status to bully anyone.
She was truly too low-key.
Yan Yi glanced at Su Mingyuan lying on the ground, without a single shred of sympathy in her heart.
Yun Heng was still too kind.
If it were her, with Su Mingyuan slandering her repeatedly like this, she would have killed her directly long ago, rather than merely crippling her cultivation.
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