Chapter 121: Wanxing Sect

Cheng Xi watched Ye Wujin's crazed appearance, her heart sinking to the bottom of a valley. The surrounding air seemed to have frozen; everyone's breathing became heavy and stifled, and all eyes were tightly locked onto Ye Wujin and Cheng Yunjian.

"Ye Wujin, don't be impulsive!" Li Zhi'an's gaze sharpened as he took a step forward. "If you hurt him, you won't be able to fly away even with wings."

A manic smile appeared on Ye Wujin's face, the laughter echoing in the cave and making one's hair stand on end: "Fly? I never intended to escape! But I want you all to know the consequences of opposing me!" His hand applied slight pressure, Cheng Yunjian's body trembled slightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"No!" Cheng Fenglan couldn't help but scream. Her legs went weak, and if not for Cheng Xi gripping her tightly, she would have likely collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Weiran woke up at some unknown moment; seeing this scene, his spiritual power became chaotic, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Cheng Xi took a deep breath, struggling to calm herself down. Her brain raced as she pondered a countermeasure: "Ye Wujin, what do you want?"

Ye Wujin let out a cold snort: "What I want, you cannot give! With the Wanxing Sect opened, I will control all the power in the world. You bunch of idiots don't understand my grand ambition at all!"

Just then, Ji Muzhi quietly gave a wink to the disciples beside him. The disciples understood, and began to move quietly toward Ye Wujin's direction, attempting to find an opportunity to rescue Cheng Yunjian.

Ye Wujin sensed everyone's intentions. He abruptly pulled Cheng Yunjian to block in front of him and roared: "Don't move! If you dare take another step forward, I will kill him immediately!"

The atmosphere inside the cave grew increasingly tense; every second felt as if it were being stretched infinitely.

Cheng Xi's palms were full of sweat; she gripped the compass tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Ye Wujin, do you think holding him hostage can threaten us?" Cheng Xi tried to make her voice sound calm. "With the major event of the Wanxing Sect opening ahead, let alone him, even if I were in your hands, it would not be as important as the Wanxing Sect."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wujin sneered, "You think I would believe you?"

The compass in Cheng Xi's hand suddenly shone brilliantly, and a beam of intense light shot toward Ye Wujin.

Ye Wujin instinctively tilted his head to dodge, while the force in his hand loosened slightly. Cheng Xi seized this opportunity, her figure flashing like a black bolt of lightning as she charged toward Ye Wujin.

"Xixi!" Seeing this, Li Zhi'an brandished his Long Sword and followed closely behind in pursuit.

Jiang Zhongqiao and Yan Jishu exchanged a glance, each casting spells to flank Ye Wujin from both sides, attempting to create an opportunity for Cheng Xi.

Ye Wujin's reaction was extremely fast. He quickly blocked with Cheng Yunjian in front of him, while his other hand condensed a mass of black spiritual power and smashed it toward Cheng Xi.

Cheng Xi dodged to the side, and as the compass in her hand turned, a golden Rune flew out from it, heading straight for Ye Wujin. Ye Wujin hurriedly used his spiritual power to resist; the Rune and the spiritual power collided, emitting a loud boom, and dust filled the cave.

In the chaos, Cheng Xi spotted her chance, lunged in front of Ye Wujin, reached out to grab Cheng Yunjian's arm, and pulled hard. How could Ye Wujin let go easily? He held onto Cheng Yunjian tightly, and the two began to struggle against each other.

At this moment, Li Zhi'an arrived, his Long Sword stabbing toward Ye Wujin's arm. Ye Wujin had no choice but to release Cheng Yunjian and leap backward.

Cheng Xi hugged Cheng Yunjian and retreated quickly back to the group. She anxiously checked Cheng Yunjian's injuries and found his breath was weak, but he could still be saved, which made her breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Hahaha, a bunch of idiots!" Ye Wujin's eyes were bloodshot, his face filled with madness. "Today I will make you all die without a burial place!"

Having said that, he formed a strange seal with both hands, and the aura on his body began to climb crazily; the surrounding space was twisted out of shape by his spiritual power.

"Not good, retreat quickly!" Jiang Zhongqiao's expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly.

Hearing this, although the others didn't know why, they immediately turned around and ran.

Just at this moment, Ye Wujin's silver hair danced and his golden eyes flickered. A black light, like a black sun, swept toward the crowd. Wherever it passed, space was torn apart and rocks were pulverized.

Seeing this, Li Zhi'an raised his hand, and a huge golden light shield protected everyone inside. The black light slammed into the shield, emitting a deafening roar. The shield shook violently, but it never shattered.

"It's snowing!"

Someone shouted, and as everyone looked up, they saw Silver Snow falling in flurries, dancing in mid-air wrapped in a cold wind.

"Law Manifestation..." Jiang Zhongqiao's face turned pale. He immediately protected everyone behind him, took a palm-sized Mirror from his bosom, and tossed it into mid-air.

That palm-sized Mirror spun rapidly in mid-air, instantly bursting forth with blinding brilliance. Runes flickered on the mirror surface, and ancient patterns rapidly spread out, actually shrouding the surrounding several zhang of space within it.

Jiang Zhongqiao chanted words, his hands quickly forming seals. The light shot out from the Mirror collided with Ye Wujin's terrifying black energy, emitting a "sizzling" sound, like water and fire merging, neither side giving way.

Seeing this scene, the madness on Ye Wujin's face grew even more intense. He stomped his foot, his surrounding spiritual power surged wildly, and the black light suddenly increased several times over, rushing toward the Mirror and the crowd like a surging black tide.

Although the Mirror's light was strong, under the impact of this powerful force, it began to totter, and the Runes on the mirror surface flickered unsteadily, as if they could be extinguished at any moment.

"Hold on!" Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down Jiang Zhongqiao's forehead. He used all his strength to maintain the operation of the Mirror, his arms trembling slightly from the excessive consumption of spiritual power.

Seeing this, Yan Jishu immediately stepped forward, his hands dancing rapidly, manipulating the surrounding airflow in an attempt to disperse the power of Ye Wujin's attack. The airflow and the black light entangled with each other; for a time, spiritual power surged within the cave, sand and stones flew, and everyone could barely stand steady.

Li Zhi'an also dared not be the slightest bit negligent. He gripped his Long Sword with both hands, continuously injecting the spiritual power in his body into the golden light shield. Under the impact of the black light, fine cracks appeared on the shield, spreading like a spiderweb.

His forehead was covered in sweat, his expression grave, and the muscles on his arms were taut; every line highlighted the effort he was exerting at this moment.

Cheng Xi, while protecting Cheng Yunjian, pushed the power of the compass to its limit. The golden Runes on the compass circled the crowd like agile fish, adding a bit of defensive power to the shield.

At this time, the Silver Snow falling in flurries became increasingly dense. The snowflakes wove through the chaotic spiritual power, seemingly drawn by some mysterious force, and all surged toward Ye Wujin.

Ye Wujin sensed the anomaly of the snowflakes and frowned deeply. With a wave of his hand, a streak of black spiritual power swept out, attempting to disperse the snowflakes. However, those snowflakes were as if they had life, weaving through the black spiritual power with ease, unaffected in the slightest, and continued to close in on him.

"This is..." A trace of doubt flashed in Ye Wujin's eyes. Just as he was distracted, Jiang Zhongqiao spotted the opportunity and let out a fierce shout. The Mirror's light shone brilliantly, and a thick beam of light shot straight at Ye Wujin.

Ye Wujin had no time to dodge and was struck by the beam of light. His body shook violently, and he retreated several steps. His robes were scorched with several holes by the light, his hair was somewhat disheveled, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Li Zhi'an saw the opportunity, brandished the Long Sword in his hand, and brought forth streaks of sharp Sword Qi, slashing toward Ye Wujin.

Cheng Xi threw Cheng Yunjian to Cheng Fenglan, then followed closely behind, the compass controlling the golden Runes as they shot toward Ye Wujin like sharp arrows.

Ye Wujin's hands danced rapidly, the black spiritual power wrapping the Silver Snow to form a sturdy shield in front of him, and he retreated while taking advantage of the momentum without changing his expression.

Li Zhi'an sensed that the aura was wrong and grabbed Cheng Xi, wanting to retreat, but it was already too late.

The Altar opened, Silver Snow danced, and Star Sand condensed; everyone was trapped within the Altar.

With a boom, a huge sound came from beneath the ground, dust instantly filled the air, and a massive stone gate burst out from the earth.