Yu Qing Qian didn’t explain and the steps she took towards Leng Ling Shuang didn’t stop.
“You can say whatever you want, either way, you won’t be able to say a word soon.”
Yu Qing Qian’s lips curled up. She suddenly took out the Rahu Bow, enhanced it with spiritual energy, and fiercely shot at Leng Ling Shuang without hesitation.
Leng Ling Shuang’s eyes widened. She didn’t expect Yu Qing Qian to dare want to kill her in public.
But the gap between their cultivation bases and strength was too big, so she could only quickly take out the sacred tool to defend her entire body.
As the arrows approached, Leng Ling Shuang a threat to her life for the first time.
The Spirit Sovereigns of the Leng Clan had already taken the sea beasts and hid as soon as they teleported out from underground. After all, if they were seen by the superiors outside the island, then things would become troublesome.
They were also thankful that the natural force of the island was very strong, temporarily blocking the connection between the island and the outside world, and others couldn’t explore the situation on the island before.
But as the arrows flew, the hidden Spirit Sovereigns couldn’t resist but sigh that Leng Ling Shuang had such bad luck, provoking Yu Qing Qian who didn’t play by the rules at all, and they couldn’t help either.
The ships on the sea had already docked, but the superiors of continent didn’t get off the shup immediately, watching the development of the situation.
And even if someone wanted to stop it, it was too late. After all, Yu Qing Qian’s action was too sudden and the arrows were too fast.
After listening to so many people, including Leng Bai Chong, the superiors of the continent also believed the fact that the small pagoda was on Leng Ling Shuang and didn’t doubt Yu Qing Qian’s motive for wanting to kill Leng Ling Shuang.
After all, if it were them, being ambushed then snatched of something they finally broke the plant inscription restriction for, then they were their nemesis, and they definitely wouldn’t let the other party go.
Most importantly was that the superiors of the continent weren’t unfamiliar with Leng Ling Shuang—her divination and prediction ability still caught their attention.
The sacred tool in Leng Ling Shuang’s hand also revealed that she had excellent luck and heaven-defying good fortune, otherwise how could a sacred tool that many superiors couldn’t even obtain be in the hands of a junior at the peak of Spirit King.
What did this mean? It meant that Leng Ling Shuang’s divination ability was indeed very strong, and had good fortune. Because of this, everyone believed that the small pagoda was indeed obtained by Leng Ling Shuang.
The powerhouses didn’t have much objection to Yu Qing Qian shooting Leng Ling Shuang. After the small pagoda was found, everyone would inevitably fight for it again. On the contrary, Yu Qing Qian’s approach made them more satisfied.
Leng Ling Shuang waved the sacred tool, slashing at the arrows. The first few arrows were affected and fell to the ground, losing their spirituality.
But the arrows behind just slowed down and continued to fly towards her head.
Generally, only a Spirit Venerable could fully control a sacred tool. Leng Ling Shuang’s cultivation was relatively low, and she needed to rest for a few breaths of time before using it again, but the arrows wouldn’t wait for those few breaths.
Leng Bai Chong had a grim expression. He was only a Spirit Emperor, but he didn’t dare step forward to block Yu Qing Qian’s arrows. That was a sharp weapon that could even kill a group of Spirit Emperors. Once hit by an arrow, even he would be injured.
Either way, if Leng Ling Shuang died, he’d immediately collect her body and the small pagoda wouldn’t be allowed to be taken by Yu Qing Qian and the others.
The life or death of an insignificant little sister whom he had long disliked didn’t matter to him.
Leng Ling Shuang’s face was pale, and her hands tightly grasped the sacred tool, as if she had returned to the past, with the shadow of death looming over her.
She kept shouting inwardly, she didn’t want to die, she was unwilling, but because of fear, she couldn’t utter a word, and could only watch the arrows approaching as streams of light.
When the arrows flew half an inch away from Leng Ling Shuang, just when everyone thought Leng Ling Shuang was about to die, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, flicked their sleeves, and the powerful arrows fell to the ground, losing its spirituality.