Tang Zun's expression immediately shifted: "The ground beneath us is a formation, when did this woman set it up?"
To set up a formation under everyone's gaze without a flicker of emotion was no small feat.
This demoness actually possessed such strength!
With the aid of the formation, Feng Ninghe was not at a disadvantage.
Hatred silently surged within Feng Qingcheng's eyes: "Master, this woman's talent is extraordinary. She must perish here today! Otherwise, her cultivation will undoubtedly advance before long, making her even harder to deal with..."
In such a short period, Feng Ninghe's ability to elevate her cultivation to this level was proof of her exceptional nature.
Even Feng Qingcheng had to admit that Feng Ninghe's cultivation was remarkably high.
Some individuals with such talent must be extinguished in their cradle.
With this thought, Feng Qingcheng secretly channeled her spiritual energy, exerting more force.
Feng Ninghe was not defeated, her body held firm against the spiritual sword.
Even so, facing the encirclement of so many, she found it difficult to cope.
If not for the barrier she had inadvertently cast earlier, she would have long since been unable to hold on.
"Feng Ninghe! Die!"
A powerful male voice, carrying immense fury, rang out from behind, accompanied by the force of a steel spear.
Mo Zisang's face was slightly pale. Holding his spiritual artifact, he leaped into the air, glaring fiercely at Feng Ninghe.
Ever since that day, he had yearned to take Feng Ninghe's life, wishing to bring this woman to justice immediately!
"Master, be careful!"
Xiao Zhao could no longer hold back. It hurriedly cried out, its small body rapidly growing larger!
In mere moments, its form surpassed that of a human. Its entire body was blue, and the pair of horns on its forehead emitted a flowing light. It was majestic and imposing, with bright blue eyes that had lost their childishness, replaced by fierce ferocity.
It roared at Mo Zisang!
Rumble!
The sky suddenly darkened with thick clouds, and several bolts of lightning flickered within them.
Rumble!
A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking Mo Zisang.
Mo Zisang's pupils instantly contracted. He had no time to dodge and was hit squarely by the lightning.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood erupted from Mo Zisang's lips, and his entire body was sent flying a hundred meters away.
He struggled to move his eyelids, his eyes widening in disbelief. He wanted to speak but could utter no sound, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
Unable to resist the encroaching drowsiness, he instantly closed his eyes...
Xiao Zhao's expression was cold and dignified as it roared at the cultivators.
Its cultivation of the Human Nascent Soul stage was fully displayed.
Even if a divine beast had the same cultivation as a human, its explosive power was immense, far beyond what cultivators of the same level could compare to.
This roar was incredibly powerful, disrupting the cultivators who were forming their ranks.
They were so shaken that they were forced to take a step back.
Feng Ninghe also took a moment to catch her breath, a sheen of sweat already forming on her forehead.
She knew that if this continued, she wouldn't last much longer.
Several elders of the Nascent Soul stage were secretly assisting. Without the formation, she would have already collapsed.
Seizing the brief respite, Feng Ninghe quickly took out a leaf and swallowed it. A cool, spiritual energy flowed obediently through her mouth and circulated through her body, alleviating the pain.
"What is this thing?"
"Wasn't it just a tiny bit big a moment ago? How did it become like this now!"
The cultivators were startled, instinctively retreating a few steps, daring not to look directly at its furious eyes.
The ancient Qilin exuded an innate regal presence.
The horns on Xiao Zhao's forehead flickered with a flowing light, as if ready to unleash lightning at any moment.
It slammed a claw fiercely onto the ground, sending the cultivators closest to it flying.
Lightning descended from the clouds, striking indiscriminately!
Even those with high cultivation found it difficult to dodge when struck by the lightning, while those with slightly weaker cultivation directly perished.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes widened, her lips trembling: "Mas... Master! What is this?"
Even though she had witnessed it with her own eyes, she found it difficult to reconcile the fluffy snow ball from before with the majestic divine beast before her.
Tang Zun's expression was stern, a hint of apprehension appearing in his eyes: "It is an immature ancient Qilin. Even though it is not yet adult, its strength can already contend with mine. All of you, step back."
"Ancient Qilin?"
Feng Qingcheng's pupils widened even further, finding it hard to believe that the divine beast before her was an ancient Qilin.
Ancient Qilin had long since vanished from this world ten thousand years ago. Who would have thought that this seemingly unremarkable divine beast was an ancient Qilin!
She could tell that Xiao Zhao was a divine beast, not an ordinary spirit pet, but she had not recognized it as the long-lost ancient Qilin.
A surge of jealousy tightly enveloped Feng Qingcheng's eyes. She had never dreamed that this lowly woman would possess an ancient Qilin.
A single ancient Qilin would be enough to cause a sensation throughout Jinling.
Wang Junzhao was flung away by Xiao Zhao's paw and lay plastered to the ground, unable to move.
She shook her head in disbelief: "How could this demoness have such an opportunity?"
Feng Qingcheng almost bit her teeth to pieces, gritting them: "She must have used some underhanded means, swindling and deceiving to lure away the ancient Qilin."
Feng Qingcheng refused to believe that Feng Ninghe could possess an ancient Qilin.
Legend had it that the divine beast of the Empress of Lin Kingdom was a Qilin.
That Empress was exceptionally graceful and accomplished at a young age, but sadly, she had already perished.
And then there was Feng Ninghe, utterly worthless. How could this lowly woman possess an ancient Qilin?
Perhaps this Qilin was even rarer than the divine beast of the Empress of Lin Kingdom!
Feng Qingcheng clenched her delicate fists, hatred surging madly from the depths of her heart, her mind completely consumed.
The cultivators from other sects were too terrified to approach. If they took even one step closer, the lightning would strike in their direction.
Tang Zun's eyes were filled with malice. He specifically looked at the elders of the major sects present and deliberately raised his voice: "I implore all esteemed elders to lend me your strength. To deal with the ancient Qilin and this demoness, we must unite!"
As elders of their sects, they possessed certain trump cards and abilities.
Before coming, Tang Zun had promised these elders many benefits, which was why they were willing to act.
The sect elders quickly came forward, standing behind Tang Zun.
They had made ample preparations and acted in succession.
Feng Ninghe's eyes narrowed slightly. She gently shook her spatial jade bracelet.
A clear bell sound slowly rang out. The cultivators who had been hiding nearby, afraid to approach, fell into a daze. Following the bell sound, they slowly stood up, their bodies stiffly moving towards the elders.
Even more disciples drew their swords and began to fight each other, their consciousness unclear.
As Feng Ninghe's mental power strengthened, the range of her control gradually increased.
These were sect disciples, and the elders would never act against their own disciples.
Tang Zun bit his lip tightly, his face filled with indignant rage as he looked at Feng Ninghe: "You demoness, you actually used sonic attacks!"
Feng Ninghe stood alone, remaining still. Her cold and exceptionally beautiful face was utterly frigid.
She lightly raised her eyes to meet the gazes of everyone before her: "I would like to see if you wish to save your sect disciples, or if you want my life."