Chapter 232: Hidden Killing Move

Feng Xuanji heard Ying Wuji's identity and immediately looked in surprise at the person who had disguised themselves as the "Eagle King": "You're actually Ying Wuji?"

In the First Province, the Ying family also belongs to the top-tier families.

Twelve years ago, she had once met the four-year-old Ying Wuji.

Afterwards, she never saw Ying Wuji again.

It is said that back then, the head of the Ying family spared no expense, sending his grandson Ying Wuji to the remote Ninth Province to study under a master, and earnestly begged the world-renowned Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord to accept him as a disciple and teach him. Thereafter, for a full ten years, the First Province knew hardly anything about Ying Wuji's whereabouts, and scarcely any reliable news spread.

Wei Yanqing and Wei Yanhong were both shocked, they looked in disbelief at Ying Wuji, and… Yuan Yao.

I never expected Yuan Yao to be Cang Li's direct junior sister.

Moreover, I never expected her to also be a disciple of the Thousand Immortal Immortal Lord.

They only knew that Cang Li had a senior sister named Xiao Lingwei, but they did not know the name of her junior sister.

At this moment, Qian Yunzhou gave a slight smile: "Young Master Ying, I seem to have no connection with you or the Ying family, so why do you want to kill me?"

Ying Wuji pressed his lips, finally speaking: "I mistook the person."

Yuan Yao lifted her gaze to her own Youngest Senior Brother, lost in thought.

Qian Yunzhou, this person, went along with the conversation, smiling: "If so, then this is just a misunderstanding. Then we need not keep fighting; why not join forces and cooperate?"

"Cooperation?" Yuan Yao glared at him: "Impossible!"

"Yuan Xiao Liu, you can't be so petty, why do you still hold a grudge against me?" Qian Yunzhou sighed with a hint of dejection.

Yuan Yao ignored him, took her Youngest Senior Brother, and summoned Wei Yanqing and Xiao Zhufeng, preparing to leave.

Walking along, suddenly—

In the void above, two huge hands instantly tore through the void, followed immediately by a massive palm print that boomingly slammed down toward Tianrui City below!

That terrifying force's pressure almost wanted to crush them into meat paste!

"Run fast!" Wei Yanqing shouted.

Ying Wuji swiftly wrapped his arms around Yuan Yao's waist, and at top speed dodged away from the enormous palm print that was like a mountain.

Qian Yunzhou and the others also escaped the palm print at the first moment!

Wei Yanhong's pupils contracted slightly; he immediately took out two teleportation talismans, sticking one on himself and one on Wei Yanqing.

As the massive palm print was about to crush them from above, the teleportation talismans took effect at the crucial moment, transporting the two of them outside the gate of Tianrui City.

Boom!

A deafening earth-shaking roar, earsplitting, as if it wanted to tear heaven and earth apart!

Immediately after, the entire Tianrui City was, in the blink of an eye, fiercely slapped down by an immeasurably huge hand, turning directly into a barren wasteland of ruins!

In an instant, the earth violently trembled; countless cracks spread like a spiderweb, extending all the way outside the city. These fissures were bottomless, making one's hair stand on end.

At this moment, Yuan Yao, held tightly in Ying Wuji's embrace, was also shocked beyond measure.

She lifted her head, her gaze sweeping past Ying Wuji's broad shoulders toward the once towering Tianrui City, now flattened to plain ground.

The sight before her left her dumbstruck; the entire city had completely vanished amid the swirling dust, replaced by piles of broken walls and rolling sand.

And just then, a figure suddenly appeared in the void of the sky.

That figure wore a black robe, its sleeves fluttering in the wind, exuding a mysterious aura. Upon closer look, the person actually had a pair of snow-white wolf ears and a long white wolf tail!

His eyes flickered with an eerie red light; though his face was handsome, it betrayed a hint of sinister cunning.

"This is…" Yuan Yao could not hide her shock in her heart, murmuring aloud.

Ying Wuji frowned: "One of the seven great demon emperors of the demon clan, the White Wolf Emperor."

Among the demon clan, there are twelve demon kings, seven demon emperors, three demon venerables, and one demon emperor.

The Wolf King's strength lies between the middle of the human Nascent Soul Realm and the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

The demon emperor's strength lies between the middle of the human Spirit Transformation Realm and the middle of the Void Refinement Realm.

The demon venerable's strength has reached the Body Integration Realm.

As for the demon emperor from over seven hundred years ago, his strength reached the Great Perfection Realm.

Whether demon emperor or devil emperor, their power is unfathomable.

Wei Yanqing's face grew solemn as he said: "Let's run quickly!"

Even an immortal venerable might not be able to handle a demon emperor!

Ying Wuji said calmly: "He has already marked us with his mental power; no matter where we flee, he will immediately detect our presence."

"Since that's the case, we have no choice but to fight the White Wolf Emperor." Xiao Zhufeng drew his Profound Ice Sword.

Yuan Yao: "……" How does it feel like he's a bit eager to try?

Wei Yanqing let out a faint sigh and smiled helplessly.

"Our luck is truly terrible, actually being targeted by a demon emperor."

As he spoke, he summoned his wholly crimson great blade—the Blood Moon Blade.

Ying Wuji instructed Yuan Yao: "Stay here; we'll go meet the White Wolf Emperor!"

Yuan Yao's expression turned serious; she nodded heavily: "Mm."

Seeing her so obedient, Ying Wuji's eyelids twitched violently a few times.

He guessed.

No, he could be certain of one thing.

She definitely would not obediently stay here waiting for them.

"Junior Senior Brother, rest assured, I still have a life-saving talisman left by my master." Yuan Yao whispered, "I will handle it myself."

Just as Ying Wuji was about to say something, he saw the White Wolf King already attacking toward Xie Yan's direction.

Seeing this, Ying Wuji had no time to think further, and told Xiao Zhufeng and Wei Yanqing: "Let's go!"

Ying Wuji took the pill that dispelled the effects of the disguise pill, and quickly he returned to his original appearance.

A youth in a black robe, high Bind ponytail, phoenix eyes languid and noble, holding the Heaven's Mandate Sword.

He flashed away.

Xiao Zhufeng in green robes and the orange-clad youth who had regained his original appearance swiftly followed.

The three figures were extremely fast; in an instant they had reached the ruins of Heaven's Edge City.

The black-robed youth with the high Bind ponytail swung a sword, his clear voice ringing out: "Great Wild Lawless——"

"One sword shall surpass the dust!"

In an instant, sword qi swept across three thousand li, stirring the ten-thousand-li plain!

"Illusory Eye Clouds Submerged, Ice Flame Torrential!" the green-clad youth raised his sword and struck.

The long sword, covered in freezing ice, slashed down; that extremely cold aura was like a surging, tumultuous flood, accompanied by the peerlessly sharp blade, fiercely bombarding the White Wolf Emperor!

The orange-clad youth suddenly lifted his eyes, instantly unfolding his mental power domain; he gripped the Blood Moon Blade, swung, the blood blade flashed out, instantly locking onto the White Wolf Emperor's position.

The White Wolf Emperor's gaze sinisterly swept over Ying Wuji and his companions; with just a raise of his hand, he blocked all of their attacks.

Immediately, he threw a punch.

Boom!

With a tremendous bang, Ying Wuji and his companions were instantly shoved back dozens of steps.

At that moment, Qian Yunzhou placed the tender-green jade flute to his lips, lightly inhaled, his lips trembling slightly, and began to play a beautiful flute melody.

This flute sound was like a clear spring flowing from deep mountains, and like the rustling of a breeze through bamboo in spring; gentle, graceful, melodious, enchanting, making one lose oneself in it.

Such a flute tone, however, concealed a killing move!