Chapter 192 – Master, do you choose to die or to perish? (33)
The overwhelming pressure filled the sky, directly causing Lan Ling, who was hovering in the air, to lose control and fall down.
Embarrassed, she looked up at Yan Luo. This was definitely not the kind of spiritual power a so-called minor cultivator could possess.
A look of fear appeared in Lan Ling’s eyes.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of the howling cold wind. This bone-chilling spiritual power actually made the midsummer weather feel a bit cold.
Yan Luo’s clothes fluttered, and her black hair flew behind her as she took a few steps forward to stand in front of Lan Ling.
The condescending disdain in her gaze was exactly the same as the emotion Lan Ling had shown earlier.
But unlike Lan Ling before, now under those icy eyes, Lan Ling could only tremble, without any ability to fight back.
It was terrifying.
As Yan Luo approached, Lan Ling saw her face clearly and stiffened abruptly, as if she had seen something incredibly terrifying. Uneasy and scared, she kept retreating.
“You… you are!!”
Many years ago, at the grand ceremony of the number one immortal sect, Lingyun Sect, she had the fortune to attend once. The person sitting at the highest seat, whom even the Sect Leader of Lingyun Sect respectfully addressed as ‘Junior Uncle’…
She had a brief encounter with that person, who looked exactly the same as the person in front of her, without any change in appearance.
The only difference was that back then, she sat at the highest position, indifferent to everything, unaware of Lan Ling’s existence. But now, she stood in front of Lan Ling, her overwhelming spiritual pressure immobilizing Lan Ling, her gaze carrying a hint of pitying disdain.
Pitying her futile resistance, pitying her ignorance in trying to shake a tree like a mayfly, even feeling smug about it.
Once thinking she had some capability, demanding respect from others, she never imagined her self-importance would lead to such a catastrophe.
“Venerable Yan Luo…”
Lan Ling’s teeth were chattering as she forced out each word.
Although she was a loose cultivator, she knew a lot about the major immortal sects’ affairs and naturally knew that Yan Luo had recently made a breakthrough. Even with Yan Luo’s previous cultivation, calling Yan Luo ‘Venerable’ was fully justified, let alone now.
…Venerable Yan Luo?
Those who were stunned by the pressure couldn’t believe their eyes, looking at Yan Luo standing in the center.
They never thought, or rather never dared to imagine, that this person was indeed the Junior Master of Lingyun Sect.
Not a word of begging could be uttered. Their bodies were completely immobilized by Yan Luo’s domineering and powerful spiritual energy.
Yan Luo, however, smiled, a light, mocking smile. “I didn’t do this deliberately, you can try it too.”
A faint blue light circulated in her hand, forming an icy blue folding fan. With just a gentle flick.
Lan Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, which froze into ice particles mid-air and fell to the ground with a clatter.
She was sent flying over ten meters, crashing into a nearby house, and fell silent.
It was indeed a casual strike.
The same effect as with Lan Yi.
“Master!”
The spiritual power hadn’t been withdrawn yet, and a faint blue glow still flickered in her eyes. A voice came from afar, and Yan Luo was slightly taken aback, turning to look not far away.
A stream of light sped over, and a person leaped down from it, their cold face showing a hint of urgency.
Gu Sicun…
Yun Ze, who was originally leaning against the side, straightened slightly, his face darkening.