Chapter 132: Turning the Tables Against the Wind

Ling Huya's expression shifted slightly; she swiftly darted forward to catch up, and in the blink of an eye she was already several zhang behind Yuan Yao. She swept her sword horizontally, the long sword in her hand turning into a cold light, fiercely slashing at Yuan Yao, bringing with it a sharp sword qi.

But the next moment——

A five-colored longsword burst forth from the air, blocking that sword blade!

Yuan Yao didn't turn back, not even pausing her steps for a moment, she desperately sprinted forward.

Ling Huya felt a slight shock in her heart; she saw that the Phantom Spirit Sword, after blocking her attack, went after its master.

She lifted her eyes to see Yuan Yao already several hundred meters away, and for a moment she could hardly believe it—Yuan Yao could run that fast!

Ling Huya's original target was the points on Yuan Yao's body, so she could not possibly give up on Yuan Yao.

She dodged and chased after her, while taking out the jade token of Carefree Sect's Senior Sister Su, extracting the flag inside, and decisively crushing it.

If you can eliminate one, eliminate one.

Yuan Yao seemed to sense something, she turned and glanced at Ling Huya, discovering that she had actually crushed Senior Sister Su's token, her heart sinking sharply.

Sorry, Senior Sister Su……

At the same time, Senior Sister Su, who had originally been inside the formation barrier, was teleported away.

The two remaining Carefree Sect disciples, seeing this, were slightly startled.

The two exchanged a glance, seeming to show hesitation.

Should we give up the competition?

Because they have been poisoned at this point, their bodies are weak; without an antidote, they certainly cannot continue fighting!

"Ahhh……" the young man of the Holy Gate screamed in pain, his flesh turning red and hot, breaking out in a rash.

The other three Holy Gate members, seeing this, urgently asked the young man if he had an antidote.

The young man was now in so much pain he could not speak, and could not retrieve a new antidote from his storage space.

Those three Holy Gate members could only search the ground for the antidote the young man had dropped.

As they searched, they turned their gazes toward the two Carefree Sect disciples.

Boom——

With a bang, the three Holy Gate members tried to break open the formation barrier to seize their flags.

No matter how they attacked, they could not break through this formation barrier.

The faces of the three Holy Gate members darkened.

The young man's pain grew worse, he kept vomiting white foam, frightening the three Holy Gate members greatly.

One of them stared at the half jade token exposed in the young man's chest and said tentatively, "Why don't we split his flag and then send him out of the secret realm? That way, couldn't we let Senior Brother Li escape the pain sooner?"

The other two agreed with this suggestion.

They said, let's do it, and eliminated the young man.

And when the young man was teleported onto the arena,

the Carefree Sect disciples sitting in the spectator seats saw this and cheered loudly.

"This is what you call making a cocoon to bind oneself! Serves you right!"

"Exactly!"

"Quickly make him hand over the antidote!" the Carefree Sect disciples demanded an antidote for Senior Sister Su!

The Holy Gate disciples sneered, "You Carefree Sect surely know how to detoxify? If it's just this minor poison, and you Carefree Sect can't even solve it, just say so plainly—we Holy Gate would naturally not begrudge giving you an antidote!"

"Who says it can't be solved?!"

At this moment, Senior Sister Su had already been fed an antidote by the Separation Guide of Heaven Learning Peak.

Senior Sister Su's complexion gradually returned to normal.

After Senior Sister Su expressed her thanks, she immediately looked up at the crystal stone screen to check on the junior sister's current situation.

Seeing the junior sister repeatedly knocked to the ground by Ling Huya, then quickly getting up and fleeing, made her heart clench tightly.

Her eyes turned red.

How could the junior sister be so strong……

At this moment, seeing this, all the Carefree Sect people fell silent, their eyes unconsciously showing a look of heartache.

Usually, when has the junior sister ever suffered such hardship?

The slender fingers hidden beneath the robes on Qianjue Mountain clenched slightly.

Yao Yao.

…

Inside the secret realm.

Within that lush, verdant valley, the ground was uneven.

"Yuan Yao, you can't escape; you might as well bind hands and surrender or fight me!" Ling Huya also hadn't expected her to run so fast, and to be able to withstand injury.

Yuan Yao must possess a high-grade defensive artifact on her person, otherwise she would already be in a state of severe injury from which she could not recover.

Ling Huya furrowed her brows tightly; if she continued to drag this out, perhaps she would truly lose track of Yuan Yao.

Ling Huya circulated her inner spiritual power, her figure moving as swiftly as lightning, and in an instant she was already before Yuan Yao.

Ling Huya raised her sword and attacked toward Yuan Yao.

Her sword strikes were as swift as wind and rain, forcing Yuan Yao to retreat repeatedly, her body suffering successive blows.

Although Yuan Yao's Myriad Shroud Robe blocked the attacks, the impact force of the sword strikes could still penetrate the robe and land on her body.

Yuan Yao's face turned pale; she gripped the Phantom Spirit Sword and engaged in battle with it.

Yuan Yao's sword technique was exquisite; each strike seemed to comprehend sword intent, capable of erupting with power surpassing the peak of late Foundation Establishment Realm!

But her opponent happened to be Ling Huya, who was at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm!

Ling Huya swung her longsword, fiercely suppressing it, then abruptly raised her sword and slashed, sending Yuan Yao flying instantly with a loud 'Boom', her back heavily slamming into the cliff face, the cliff trembling and rubble rolling down.

Yuan Yao fell to the ground, her head drooping involuntarily, and traces of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

The Phantom Spirit Sword in her hand also clanged as it fell to the ground.

Ling Huya narrowed her eyes slightly, stepped forward, and was about to point the tip of her long sword at Yuan Yao's head—

Yuan Yao suddenly lifted her head.

In an instant, a powerful spiritual force, almost terrifying, seized control of the Phantom Spirit Sword and launched it wildly at Ling Huya!

Ling Huya's expression shifted slightly as she raised her sword to block the Phantom Spirit Sword's attack.

Clang clang clang!

Each time Ling Huya knocked the Phantom Spirit Sword to the ground, it rebounded with even greater speed, entangling her!

To most onlookers, only colorful sword flashes flickered intermittently in midair, their trajectories impossible to follow!

At this moment, Ling Huya was greatly shocked; she never imagined Yuan Yao's sword control technique could be so powerful!

Her spiritual power could actually withstand her Nascent Soul aura!

Yuan Yao's face turned deathly pale; she gritted through the pain, rose to her feet, her eyes resolute, and her hands swiftly formed seal after seal.

"Gravity Formation!"

"Heavenly Fire Formation!"

"Startling Thunder Formation!"

Finally, she raised her hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her finger, then drew seals with her blood, using the incantation as the spirit!

"Soul-Devouring Formation!"

"Activate——"

Only then did four formations of different light blaze up on the ground, encircling Ling Huya!

Boom boom boom!

Ling Huya sensed the danger and tried to flee, but it was already too late.

Gravity, heavenly fire, and startling thunder descended simultaneously!

Moreover, that bizarre soul-devouring spiritual formation made her complexion shift abruptly.

"Phantom Spirit!"

At her command, the Phantom Spirit Sword instantly returned to her hand.

At this moment, Yuan Yao's complexion was ashen; her spiritual power, nearly exhausted from laying the formations, she smiled at Ling Huya.

Her pallid visage could not conceal her lively spirit; the corners of her mouth lifted in an arrogant grin, and her bright eyes held a hint of mischief.

"Daoist Friend Ling Hu, we'll meet again."

Having said that, she used her remaining spiritual power to lay down a teleportation formation for herself!

It brought her back instantly to the spot where she had earlier set up a formation barrier for Senior Sister Su and her two companions.