Di Yang’s gaze swept over her with a hint of surprise. "Our cultivation levels are quite different, yet you've managed to hold on for so long. This is truly unexpected."
A difference of one cultivation stage was like a world apart.
Yet, this woman could exchange several blows with him and hadn't fallen yet.
Feng Ninghe remained silent, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
Feng Xing was being cornered, with Bai Niannian doing her best to assist from the side.
His cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul stage, but he still couldn't withstand the onslaught of so many people. In just a moment, he was at a disadvantage.
Seeing this, Feng Ninghe drew her Crescent Bow and shot towards Feng Xing.
Her spirit sword struck the ground, causing a thick shield to rise, enveloping Feng Xing and Bai Niannian within its protective barrier.
Now, those outside the spirit shield were powerless against Feng Xing.
"What is this shield?"
"Why does this shield look so solid?"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect were astonished.
They channeled their spiritual energy, attempting to shatter the shield.
However, the shield stood firm, showing no signs of breaking.
Wang Junzhao raised his long sword and swung it fiercely at the shield. The sword couldn't penetrate it.
It even rebounded forcefully, numbing Wang Junzhao's hand.
Even Feng Qingcheng couldn't shake the shield. She furrowed her brows, a wave of frustration washing over her. "This shield is so powerful, its spiritual energy is beyond even my ability to break!"
Bai Niannian, as if relieved, lowered her sword and collapsed onto the ground, taking out a pill to replenish her spiritual energy.
Feng Xing's posture remained unchanged, standing still. His gaze had already fallen upon the graceful white figure not far away.
Di Yang scoffed at Feng Ninghe's actions, his eyes filled with intense mockery. "You can barely save yourself, yet you have the leisure to save others?"
More importantly, under his attacks, this woman could still afford to be distracted.
No wonder she could kill Di Wenbin.
For cultivators of a certain level, taking lives was as easy as breathing.
With this thought, Di Yang's expression darkened, and hatred flared in his eyes. His attacks became more ferocious.
Yet, he found his speed had significantly decreased.
Before his sword could even touch Feng Ninghe's sleeve, she easily dodged it.
As if realizing something, Di Yang quickly lowered his gaze to the ground.
Beneath his feet, a formation had been laid down at some point. The formation moved with him, following him wherever he went.
"When did you lay this formation?"
Di Yang raised an eyebrow, a flicker of annoyance in his heart. He had to divide his attention to break the formation.
This distraction gave Feng Ninghe a chance to catch her breath. She tilted her head back and swallowed a pill, her spiritual energy instantly restored.
Feng Ninghe drew her Crescent Bow and shot rapidly towards Di Yang!
This arrow was powerful.
Di Yang's pupils contracted. The formation remained unbroken, and his speed was still slow. He narrowly blocked the arrow.
"Sect Leader Di, allow me to lend you a hand!"
A deep male voice suddenly rang out.
A white-haired man in a Daoist robe appeared before them.
Tang Zun raised his Buddhist stupa, and a potent surge of spiritual energy struck the formation on the ground.
*Bang!*
The formation emitted a crisp sound.
The formation was broken.
While they were breaking the formation, Feng Ninghe had set up a new one. She stood quietly within it.
Tang Zun stepped into the formation, and his spiritual energy seemed to decrease. He grunted, "A mere trick, daring to show off in front of the Immortal Sect?"
Di Yang and Tang Zun attacked Feng Ninghe from left and right.
Within the formation, the spiritual energy they unleashed was reduced, but it was still enough to overwhelm Feng Ninghe.
Not far away.
Feng Qingcheng's pupils contracted violently. She raised her long sword and attacked Feng Ninghe's back!
She held nothing back with this strike.
With this sword, she was certain to send Feng Ninghe to her death!
"Not good!"
Feng Xing blurted out, abandoning all caution and rushing out of the formation.
Feng Qingcheng was incredibly fast, her exquisitely made-up face contorted with madness.
"This bitch, die!"
Feng Xing was desperate, his eyes bloodshot, chasing after her with all his might, but his speed couldn't match Feng Qingcheng's.
Feng Qingcheng's red lips curved in a wicked smile as she swung down fiercely!
*Bang!*
The sword did not manage to touch Feng Ninghe as intended.
Feng Qingcheng felt a figure flash before her, sending a palm strike towards her.
The powerful spiritual energy made Feng Qingcheng's head spin. A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, her chest aching unbearably. She was sent flying back a hundred meters.
She struggled to lift her eyes.
A solitary, tall figure stood there. The man wore a dark robe, with a silver chain around his waist.
The silver chain seemed alive, writhing.
The man was like the sun, dazzlingly bright. His handsome face was etched with frost.
"King of Hell..."
Feng Qingcheng bit her lip, slowly uttering two words.
Upon learning that someone was accompanying Feng Ninghe, she had specifically ordered Si Jianye to be sent away.
It wasn't easy to deceive Si Jianye. She had only wanted to stall for time, but she hadn't expected him to arrive so quickly.
Feng Qingcheng clenched her fists, her smooth fingertips digging deeply into her flesh, yet she felt no pain. Her gaze was fixed on the figure as dazzling as the sun.
"Quick, everyone, look! It's the King of Hell! The King of Hell is actually here!"
"Rumor has it the King of Hell is incredibly handsome and arrogant. Seeing him now, he's even more attractive than the rumors described!"
"But why is the King of Hell here at the Immortal Sect?"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect erupted in excitement, their eyes glued to Si Jianye, unable to look away.
Feng Xing also stopped in his tracks at this moment, instantly feeling relieved.
At least the King of Hell wouldn't harm his master.
With the King of Hell present, no one would dare to lay a hand on his master.
Si Jianye stood quietly in front of Feng Ninghe, his head slightly tilted, his expression cold. His icy eyes swept over Di Yang and Tang Zun.
"I said, she is my person. No one else is allowed to harm her."
The chilling male voice emanating from him sent shivers down one's spine.
Behind him, Feng Ninghe felt a strange emotion stir within her.
She knew Si Jianye was saving her for Si Xin Xin.
If Xin Xin, who had finally found her mother, were to suffer any harm, Xin Xin would be the most heartbroken.
The man's figure was tall and imposing, exuding an aura of fierce coldness.
Yet, Feng Ninghe felt remarkably safe standing behind him. She could even relax for a moment, unafraid of anyone attacking her.
Tang Zun, unaware of the relationship between Feng Ninghe and Si Jianye, couldn't hide the astonishment in his eyes. "King of Hell, you intend to protect her?"
Si Jianye raised his eyes slightly, not responding to the question.
He turned and walked towards Feng Ninghe, the coldness in his eyes receding slightly. His deep male voice softened a little. "Let's go."
Feng Ninghe had seen enough of this farce. She nodded.
As Feng Ninghe was about to leave, Di Yang grew anxious. "King of Hell! This woman has an irreconcilable hatred with the Immortal Sect. If you protect her like this, are you trying to become our enemy!"