Dust swirled, forcing eyes shut.
Feng Qingcheng felt a powerful gale sweep towards her.
She couldn't even open her eyes.
The moment she did, countless specks of dust would enter them.
Tang Zun and several elders of the sect were instantly startled, quickly waving their hands and using spiritual energy to ward off the dust.
Xiao Zhao's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the burly man.
Master! The spiritual energy fluctuations from him are so strong!
This person is truly hiding his strength!
Someone with such cultivation was naturally no ordinary individual.
In just a moment, the dust vanished without a trace.
The surrounding cultivators watched the burly man warily.
The burly man smiled, looking at the few people before him with ease: "Are you sure you want to stop me?"
Tang Zun sized up the burly man before him, his voice deep: "You are..."
A light stomp of his foot could stir up dust all around; this person's cultivation was profound and extraordinary.
The burly man didn't rush to speak. Instead, he winked at Feng Ninghe: "Little girl, come with me. You don't need to bother with these people."
Looking at the burly man, Feng Ninghe hesitated slightly but still followed him as he stepped forward.
Feng Qingcheng knew that if she let Feng Ninghe go today, it would be much harder to deal with her in the future.
Once this woman was given time to grow, she would undoubtedly reach an unimaginable level.
"Master..."
Feng Qingcheng bit her lip, her eyes filled with unwillingness, and whispered: "Master, if we try our best, perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope. If we give up now, there will be no chance later."
Tang Zun's eyes flickered with contemplation.
If Feng Ninghe's life was not taken now, in the future, after her cultivation advanced, she would surely come back to settle the score with him.
To avoid future trouble, it was best to eliminate her now!
Tang Zun lowered his gaze and stopped the burly man: "Esteemed cultivator, this woman has many connections with the major immortal sects. I hope you will not interfere in this matter."
His voice, though seemingly gentle, carried a hint of threat.
If this person insisted on taking Feng Ninghe away, he would be making enemies of the major sects in Jinling.
For the sake of a woman, offending the major sects of Jinling would be a loss that outweighed any gain.
This person's cultivation was profound, and he was not a fool; he would surely understand the pros and cons.
Feng Ninghe bit her lip, her delicate hands clenched tightly, her fingertips digging into her flesh.
She could feel heat spreading throughout her body, and she needed to leave this place quickly to find a way to detoxify herself.
Xiao Zhao sensed Feng Ninghe's discomfort and stood protectively beside her, allowing her to lean on him.
The burly man stopped, seemingly annoyed by the chatter, and casually picked at his ear with a finger.
Before he could speak, a sharp male voice suddenly rang out.
"While I am away, a bunch of insignificant pests have become increasingly arrogant."
A figure descended from the sky, hovering silently in the air.
The man wore a golden mask, and a silver chain was wrapped around his waist. His eyes looked down, as if he were gazing at a group of ants.
Si Jianye's appearance inexplicably gave Feng Ninghe an indescribable sense of security.
Subconsciously, she believed that with Si Jianye present, no one could harm her.
"King of the Underworld!"
A sharp-eyed cultivator immediately recognized him and cried out in surprise, hastily retreating several steps backward.
"It's the King of the Underworld! Quickly! Everyone retreat! Increase the distance!"
"Speaking of which, even though this King of the Underworld wears a mask and looks down on us, it still makes one wonder what the face beneath the mask looks like."
"I never thought I'd have the chance to see the King of the Underworld!"
The surrounding cultivators erupted.
They were both fearful and admiring, wanting to approach but not daring to get close to Si Jianye.
This King of the Underworld from Xiyou Continent was noble and aloof.
What surprised them even more was that the rumors were true: Feng Ninghe had Si Jianye's support.
Feng Qingcheng's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, countless thoughts racing through her mind as she pondered how to speak.
Si Jianye's solitary, upright figure slowly descended from the sky. Beneath the mask, his narrow eyes gleamed with cold light.
"King of the Underworld."
Feng Qingcheng put on an innocent expression, her eyes red-rimmed, and bit her lip in extreme grievance, looking at the man before her: "Feng Ninghe harbors ill intentions and definitely has unspeakable motives."
However, Si Jianye ignored her and turned his gaze to Feng Ninghe.
Sensing the woman behind him was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and looked unwell, his heart sank. Without hesitation, he said, "Let's go."
Si Jianye, as if nothing had happened, strode forward.
Feng Ninghe also moved to leave on her own accord.
She had to leave as soon as possible.
"King of the Underworld!"
"What Qingcheng said comes from the bottom of her heart, all for your own good. You must open your eyes and absolutely do not be deceived by this demoness beside you!"
Seeing Si Jianye turn and leave with Feng Ninghe, giving her no opportunity to speak further, Feng Qingcheng's heart tightened. She quickly strode forward.
No matter what she did, Si Jianye had no intention of stopping or even acknowledging her.
In Si Jianye's eyes, speaking even a single word to someone like her was a waste of time.
In a short while, the figures of the group completely disappeared from Feng Qingcheng's sight.
Her body swayed backward, nearly falling to the ground.
Fortunately, Wang Junzhao, quick of hand, steadied her: "Sister Qingcheng! Are you alright!"
Feng Qingcheng gritted her teeth, a hint of unwillingness appearing in her eyes: "I'm fine. I'm just too angry. I really don't know what methods that slut used to have the King of the Underworld wrapped around her finger."
Over the years, she had gone to great lengths to get close to Si Jianye, even resorting to trying to please Master Luo.
In the end, all her efforts were in vain, completely ruined by this little slut, Feng Ninghe!
Feng Qingcheng trembled with rage, her face ashen.
Tang Zun's face was grim, his mood equally unpleasant: "With the King of the Underworld assisting this woman, she will surely avenge Immortal Xu in due time. We need to think of another plan..."
More importantly, Feng Ninghe's cultivation was even higher than his.
In a fair one-on-one fight, he truly had no confidence in defeating this woman.
Feng Qingcheng glanced at Mo Zisang, who lay lifeless at the foot of the tree, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes: "Feng Ninghe harmed the young sect leader of the Immortal Sect and also cruelly murdered Elder Mo. This woman is not only arrogant but also extremely cruel! If she is allowed to develop, in the future, she might even attack others!"
As soon as she said this, other disciples of the Immortal Sect became anxious: "Sister Qingcheng, but the King of the Underworld is behind that woman. How can we possibly make a move against her?"
What worried everyone most was that Feng Ninghe would come back to settle the score with them.