The icy female voice entered the ears, making the heart tremble involuntarily.
Tang Zun nimbly took out a pill and fed it to Feng Qingcheng.
Di Wenbin's sword was deflected and did not pierce Feng Qingcheng's heart. The pill could protect the heart meridian and stop bleeding.
Upon hearing the words "Immortal Xu," Tang Zun's body stiffened.
Immortal Xu's death was largely thanks to him.
Could this bitch still be seeking revenge?
Tang Zun looked around nervously, his heart filled with anxiety.
With the disciples of the First Sect here to back Feng Ninghe, there was likely no opportunity to deal with this woman...
Feng Qingcheng's pupils contracted violently, a sliver of fear creeping into her heart: "Feng Ninghe, what nonsense are you spouting now!"
A dagger quietly appeared in her palm, and she forcefully cut through the long whip binding her.
Swish!
The long whip was severed and fell to the ground.
Freed from the restraint of the whip, she suddenly rose and charged forward, intending to escape.
The shift in the situation had left Feng Qingcheng's reputation in tatters.
She knew that to survive, she had to flee!
The long whip contained a wisp of Feng Ninghe's divine consciousness. The moment the dagger cut the whip, she had sensed it.
Feng Ninghe's eyes sharpened, and she leaped forward, arriving before Feng Qingcheng: "Do you think you have a chance to escape?"
Feng Qingcheng bit her lip tightly, her angry eyes seeming to pierce through people: "Feng Ninghe, you vicious little bitch, if it weren't for your immoral conduct, how could I have resorted to such desperate measures? I was merely acting on behalf of heaven!"
The earnest female voice seemed to contain no falsehood.
Di Wenbin looked at her with slight regret, his eyes filled with sorrow: "Feng Qingcheng, things have come to this, and you still refuse to see your mistakes, believing yourself blameless."
Feng Qingcheng's eyes widened in fury, her contorted face like a ghost screaming from hell, terrifying to behold.
"Di Wenbin, what wrong have I done?"
Feng Qingcheng swayed, letting out a chilling, hoarse laugh, her voice laced with a terrifying coldness: "Feng Ninghe should have died long ago. I personally cut open her abdomen and threw her to the wolves. How is she still alive?"
At this moment, she dropped all pretense and spoke her mind.
Her gaze slowly fell to Feng Ninghe's abdomen, her eyes filled with chilling malice: "Even more laughable is that the child in her womb is the King of Hell's! How can she be so fortunate to have such a good fate and climb into the King of Hell's favor!"
Feng Qingcheng only regretted not being able to personally kill Feng Ninghe and see her dead.
Her words successfully stirred up a storm of shock.
"What! The King of Hell's only daughter was born to Feng Ninghe!"
"I knew that child called Feng Ninghe 'mother,' so this is the truth of the matter!"
"Could it be that Feng Ninghe and the King of Hell were already involved years ago?"
The cultivators' gazes towards Feng Ninghe instantly became fervent.
They had racked their brains but could not get close to the King of Hell. If they could through Feng Ninghe...
The events of the past flashed through Feng Ninghe's eyes at this moment.
With old and new grievances, she had many things she intended to do.
Feng Ninghe's gaze swept down imperiously, calmly settling on Feng Qingcheng: "To let you die easily would be too kind. Rest assured, I will make you savor the process of dying."
She sent a wisp of her divine consciousness towards Feng Qingcheng and reached out, grabbing her in mid-air.
Feng Qingcheng felt a powerful hand grip her dantian fiercely.
The Nascent Soul within her dantian vanished into nothingness at that instant.
Overwhelming spiritual energy surged out of Feng Qingcheng's body, and a mouthful of bright red blood erupted, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her body, causing unbearable pain.
Feng Qingcheng stared at the figure before her in disbelief: "You... you actually crippled my cultivation?"
She had poured all her effort into reaching the Nascent Soul stage, only for her proud cultivation to be so easily destroyed?
Losing her cultivation rendered her akin to an ordinary person.
From now on, anyone could trample all over her.
Her chest throbbed with unbearable pain, and bright red blood flowed continuously from the wound.
Feng Qingcheng instinctively clutched her chest, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on her forehead. She quickly fumbled for medicine to apply to her wound.
Di Wenbin had shown mercy and spared her life, his sword deflected.
But a sword piercing through the chest was a pain beyond ordinary endurance.
As a cultivator, with spiritual energy protecting her body, healing would normally be swift. But now, rendered a cripple, such a wound could easily claim her life!
Feng Ninghe raised her hand, and a dagger plunged into Feng Qingcheng's abdomen, slashing across it fiercely!
Feng Qingcheng's eyes widened, and she let out a desperate, agonizing scream: "Ah! Ah! Feng Ninghe, you little bitch, how dare you wound me!"
Feng Ninghe felt a sense of comfort as she controlled the dagger, moving it down little by little.
She raised her eyes, her cold female voice slowly uttering: "This is how you treated me back then, stabbing me in this very spot. Now, I return it in kind."
"Qingcheng!"
Tang Zun, alarmed, tried to rush forward to help.
After all, this was his disciple, the one he had personally nurtured and knew best.
However, a figure blocked Tang Zun's path at that moment.
Feng Xing's handsome face was etched with hatred, and a long sword appeared in his hand.
The young man's voice was clear yet heavy: "Tang Zun, you are my opponent. Coincidentally, I also have a score to settle with you."
Old Man Xu had single-handedly taken all the blows to protect him.
He wanted to personally avenge Old Man Xu.
And to remove the thorn that had deeply embedded itself in his heart.
"You, daring to make a move against me?"
Tang Zun looked at the youth before him with disdain, his eyes filled with intense contempt: "If it were Feng Ninghe, I might be wary. As for you... wanting your life is as simple as crushing an ant."
Feng Xing's talent was indeed excellent; to possess such cultivation at such a young age showed boundless potential.
But compared to Tang Zun, the gap was vast.
After all, Tang Zun had long been famous in Jinling, while this youth was still wet behind the ears and no match for him.
Feng Xing stood rooted to the spot, his handsome face resolute as a mountain: "Oh? Then I am curious, do you truly possess such capability."
Bai Niannian, fearing Feng Xing would be harmed, wanted to step forward to intervene.
The moment she took a step, she forcefully retracted it.
The scene of Old Man Xu's head hanging at the gate of the Immortal Sect was vivid in her mind, and her heart was also filled with anger.
Perhaps, Feng Xing should be allowed to try his best and avenge Old Man Xu.
Besides, her master was here, and if things went wrong, her master would surely help Feng Xing.
Tang Zun lightly raised his horsetail whisk and flicked it.
A powerful surge of spiritual energy instantly struck Feng Xing.
Feng Xing stood still, showing no intention of dodging.
He drew his long sword, and the spiritual energy around him flared, successfully blocking the attack.
"This... how is this possible!"
"Your cultivation has reached the Soul Transformation stage!"