Ling Chuxi nodded to herself. Fortunately, this second uncle of hers did not disappoint her. The middle stage of the sovereign realm was not as strong as the peak of the God Realm, but it was not as if she was pletely helpless. The scene in front of her was exactly what she had been looking forward to.
"Ling Ziyun, you're dead!" Yuwen Sicheng had never thought that he would be forced into such a sorry state by a mere mid stage sovereign. His embarrassment turned into anger, and with a wave of his long sword, several rays of sword light, like the seven stars acpanying the moon, and like a meteor shower, poured down one after another towards Ling Ziyun.
A gap was a gap. Although Ling Ziyun's blood was boiling, he lacked practice and bat experience. He could only block the first few sword rays, and couldn't hold on any longer, falling to the ground from the shock.
Yuwen Sicheng's attack wasn't light, and he had already suffered some internal injuries. It was only because of his boundless anger that he had the upper hand. Now that his spirit had been dispelled, he felt his entire body collapse. He tried to stand up a few times but couldn 't, but the blood-red madness in his eyes didn't weaken at all.
Yuwen Sicheng didn't give up just like that. He raised his sword and slashed at Ling Ziyun. The sword ray was bone-piercingly cold, and it was obvious that Yuwen Sicheng's killing intent had been aroused.
"Be careful!" Ling Yixin and the others cried out in unison and drew their swords at the same time. However, with their strength, it was too late for them to stop it.
Ling zhongxuan also pulled out his long sword with a stern expression. Yuwen Sicheng's Meteor-like sword force was profound and mysterious, and it was obviously the Yuwen clan's Secret technique. In a head-on fight, he wasn't pletely confident that he could win, but even so, he definitely wouldn't just watch Ling Ziyun get injured by his opponent's sword.
"Stop." "Go!" Ling Chuxi shouted.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it had an indescribable Majesty to it. The powerful consciousness of the ninth level of sword heart soul-breaking technique pierced straight into Yuwen Sicheng's heart.
Yuwen Sicheng's heart trembled. He could not help but stop in his tracks and look over at Ling Chuxi.
At their level of strength, it was already very difficult for a pure spiritual sense attack to affect opponents of the same level. Most of the time, it was used to strengthen the domain.
He was certain that Ling Chuxi had not displayed her domain just now, but was purely using her divine sense to attack. Logically speaking, it should not have had any effect on him, but why did he feel a throbbing from the depths of his heart when that clear shout rang out?
Was it an illusion? Yuwen Sicheng wasn't sure.
While Yuwen Sicheng stopped, Ling Yixin and the others rushed to Ling Ziyun's side, protecting him in the middle. Each of them held a long sword and glared at Yuwen Sicheng. They were only waiting for Ling Chuxi to open her mouth before swarming her.
"What, you want to bully me with numbers? Alright, I will teach you guys a good lesson today. I will let you guys see the true strength of our Yuwen family. " Seeing the resentful gazes of the Ling family, Yuwen Sicheng couldn't be bothered to think any further and sneered.
As one of the most ancient families in the Qing-Yun realm, the Yuwen family was once shrouded in the Halo of the Ling family. After the incident twenty years ago, the Yuwen family finally stepped on the Ling family and rose to the top. However, betraying one's trust was not something to be proud of. These descendants of the Yuwen clan, on the surface, were arrogant and arrogant, but they had a deep sense of inferiority. That was why they were thinking of all ways to deal with the Ling clan, hoping to find some psychological fort.
After hearing Yuwen Sicheng's words, the other young men all stood by his side and released their late stage monarch Qi.
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