"Kill, kill, kill! Let no one be left alive!"
"Hurry up! My cultivation is about to break through!"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect, who had been charging forward, were now slaughtering each other madly within the formation.
Even Feng Qingcheng's eyes had turned vacant.
Seeing her frozen in place, Feng Ninghe kicked her fiercely.
The pain of the kick instantly cleared Feng Qingcheng's mind. Her face paled with urgency as she looked at the berserk Immortal Sect disciples around her, quickly exclaiming, "What's wrong with you all? Wake up!"
These disciples were trapped within the formation, lost in an illusion.
Feng Ninghe watched everything with a cold expression, secretly channeling the spiritual energy within her.
The disciples who had been fighting before now fought even more ferociously, as if driven mad.
Even Feng Qingcheng descended into frenzy, drawing her long sword and hacking viciously at her fellow disciples.
"This is bad!"
Di Yang's face paled with panic and tension. "The formation has been broken, and she has taken control of it. If these disciples aren't stopped soon, who knows what chaos will ensue!"
Tang Zun quickly urged, "Break the formation immediately! This demoness is truly formidable, to be able to turn this formation to her own use!"
Di Yang said no more, swiftly channeling his spiritual energy to forcefully break the formation.
At the same time, Feng Ninghe removed the severed head that had been hanging high above the sect.
Her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears as she stored the head in her spatial jade bracelet.
Finally, she could bring Old Man Xu home in one piece.
Feng Xing and Bai Niannian's nerves were taut, their eyes fixed on everything unfolding before them.
"Let's go!"
At this moment, Feng Ninghe quickly approached them, her exquisitely featured face etched with a solemn expression. "Let's go while there's chaos."
The formation was now under her control, and no one was paying attention to them. This was the best time to escape.
Feng Xing nodded heavily.
As they were about to leave, a figure suddenly blocked their path.
Di Yang's face was cold, his eyes locked onto them. "If you can pass this formation, I will allow you to take the head. But your life must remain here!"
Without hesitation, Feng Xing stepped in front of Feng Ninghe, his handsome young face filled with resolve. "Master, leave this to me. You two go first."
Feng Ninghe smiled and gently pushed him aside. "A Xing, you can't hold them off for long. You take Niannian and leave. I'll handle this."
Xiao Zhao, perched on her shoulder, blinked its clear, glass-like blue eyes and let out a low hum.
*Master, Xiao Zhao is ready.*
Feng Xing's eyes glistened. He tilted his head back and took a deep breath, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill. "Master, I won't leave this time!"
Old Man Xu had lost his life protecting him.
This time, he would not retreat.
Feng Ninghe's pupils contracted slightly, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Feng Xing then turned his gaze to Bai Niannian. "Niannian, you go first. Hold on until your brothers arrive."
Bai Niannian bit her lip tightly and looked at Di Yang. "Sect Leader Di, my brothers are all in various sects. They are on their way."
Her meaning was clear.
Di Yang raised his eyebrows dismissively and fixed his gaze on her. "My Immortal Sect's internal affairs are not for other sects to meddle in. You can leave, but Feng Ninghe's life must be forfeit."
Feng Ninghe looked at Bai Niannian and said softly, "Niannian, you should go."
Bai Niannian remained silent, her expression complex.
Feng Ninghe looked directly at Di Yang, her face indifferent. "Sect Leader Di, let's talk."
Di Yang acted as if he had heard a joke, his eyebrows arching in amusement. He raised his long sword and fiercely thrust it towards Feng Ninghe. "I have nothing to say to you. If you have something to say, take it to my son, Wen Bin!"
This sword strike was incredibly sharp.
Dust swirled violently around them.
Two figures became locked in a fierce struggle.
The powerful spiritual energy forced Bai Niannian and Feng Xing to the side.
At the same time, the frenzied disciples of the Immortal Sect regained their senses.
They were all injured to varying degrees.
Feng Qingcheng cried out in pain and quickly tended to the wound on her arm.
"Sister Qingcheng, are you alright?"
Wang Junzhao strode towards her, his face filled with urgency.
Feng Qingcheng's expression turned grim, a shadow of malice clouding her eyes. She clenched her fists and spat out, "Feng Ninghe must die. She cannot be allowed to leave alive today!"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect, bewildered, approached Tang Zun. "Tang Zun, what happened to us?"
Tang Zun narrowed his eyes, a glint of sharpness in them. "This formation was broken by Feng Ninghe, and she actually used it to her advantage. Anyone who stepped into the formation was trapped in an illusion."
Wang Junzhao could not hide his confusion. "When did she break the formation? Why did we not sense anything?"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect crowded around, chattering. "This formation is extremely complex, and it was set up by several elders of the sect. How could she break it so easily by herself?"
Tang Zun's gaze sharpened, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes as he looked at the two figures locked in combat not far away.
This woman, so young, yet possessing such talent, to break the formation without anyone noticing, and her cultivation level is on par with mine…
Given time, who knows how powerful she will become.
Those who cannot be controlled should simply die.
Feng Xing retreated to the side with Bai Niannian, searching for an opportunity to strike.
"Since you're here, you might as well leave your lives behind."
At this moment, a fierce female voice came from the side.
Feng Qingcheng, flanked by the people of the Immortal Sect, approached them. Her exquisitely made-up face was filled with a sinister aura. "Junior Brother Di is dead, and you are his accomplices. Accomplices are equally guilty!"
Wang Junzhao nodded repeatedly beside her, his eyes red with hatred. "Sister Qingcheng is right! Kill them to accompany Junior Brother Di in death!"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect, as if harboring a deep-seated hatred, drew their swords and pointed them at them.
Feng Xing blocked Bai Niannian, a cold glint in his handsome face. "She is innocent. Her brothers are all in their respective sects. If you harm her, you will involve other sects."
Feng Qingcheng clenched her fists tightly, her expression turning cold.
With so many eyes watching, she could not act against Bai Niannian as she pleased.
After weighing the pros and cons, she finally spoke. "Everyone, since we cannot touch Miss Bai, let us kill this man and let him accompany Junior Brother Di in death!"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect seemed possessed, echoing from the side, "Accompany him! Accompany him!"
Feng Xing pushed Bai Niannian aside without a word and stood alone to face the Immortal Sect disciples.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect brandished their long swords, and in a short while, they had surrounded him.
Bai Niannian became anxious. She looked around, hesitated for a moment, and then finally rushed to Feng Xing's side to help.
Her spiritual energy was weak, and she couldn't help much, but she had many medicinal pills given to her by Feng Ninghe.
*Bang!*
Feng Ninghe's body was sent flying heavily.
The long sword in her hand plunged deeply into the ground, and she staggered, managing to stand upright.