"Listen to me!" Qiao Nanyi stopped Qing Feng, "The Four-Directional Talisman-Destroying Mirror!"
Qing Feng, momentarily distracted, quickly realized what he meant.
With just the two of them, they had no chance of matching Qingwu in a direct fight.
But if the Talisman-Destroying Mirror was completely destroyed, it would give the princess a fighting chance!
After all, the princess was most skilled in using talismans!
"Got it!" Qing Feng responded, unsheathing his sword and rushing out first.
He only had to sway his body slightly, and soon he was familiar with the new form.
Qingwu initially intended to stop them, but they darted left and right, avoiding him entirely, clearly not intending to engage in combat.
He paused for a moment and turned to follow, quickly figuring out their plan.
"Not good!" he muttered, and hastily pursued them.
However, their cultivation level wasn’t on par with his, but their teleportation technique was exceptional.
In the blink of an eye, they were already near Elder Sima, who held the Talisman-Destroying Mirror.
Naturally, there were others protecting the elder.
But Qing Feng had spent a long time as a lotus root man in the Human World, using ordinary martial arts. To him, it seemed inadequate and had left him simmering with frustration.
"Still want to stop me? You’re asking for death!" Qing Feng shouted, striking out with a palm, sending the cultivators flying.
Now, the Elder of House Sima was right before him!
Qing Feng grinned, drawing his sword in a flash: "Princess! I’ll be the one to shatter the mirror first!"
With that, the mirror shattered.
But even faster than him was Qiao Nanyi.
He glanced back at Qing Feng from afar. "At a time , you’re still arguing about who goes first?"
Qing Feng, livid, retorted, "It’s not fair! Celestial Sovereign favors you, letting you train in your own body, while I’ve been stuck with this form all this time! It’s so unfair!"
But the Talisman-Destroying Mirror had already been destroyed. Now, talismans could be used!
Hundreds of cultivators attacked at once.
Nanli, not concerned with anything else, reached into her Qiankun Bag, pulled out a handful of talismans, and hurled them into the air.
In an instant, the cultivators were either burned by fire, blown away by wind, drowned by water, or struck by lightning.
Some even had their souls seemingly ripped apart, collapsing to the ground in agony.
Once the immediate danger was cleared, Nanli took a deep breath and shouted, "Use the Transfer Talisman!"
The twelve Shans and Chu Yang, already prepared, produced their talismans.
However, Qingwu had already used his teleportation technique to speed ahead.
Though he would rather not kill Nanli personally, he couldn’t allow her to escape!
Not just him—Sima Xin also attacked at the same time.
The spiritual pressure was immense.
Before the blow landed, Nanli could already feel blood leaking from the corner of her mouth, her eardrums and eyes aching.
She could no longer move a step, but Cinian was only two steps away.
Cinian gently shook his head at her.
In this life-and-death moment, she only needed to worry about her own escape and not about him.
Nanli called out, finally braving the spiritual assault to take a step forward and grab Cinian’s hand.
She only needed to chant in her heart, and the layers of golden light from the Transfer Talisman began to blossom, the runes swirling and turning.
Unfamiliar with the Upper Realm, she couldn’t think of a specific destination, so she just wished to escape from danger.
Two figures vanished quickly.
However, at that moment, Yan Rui, who was closest, suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Cinian’s other hand.
Cinian, already gravely injured, had no strength to shake him off.
He tried to warn them, but Nanli’s Transfer Talisman had already activated, pulling them both away.
Qingwu and Sima Xin’s attacks landed moments later.
Not only was the entire Great Buddha Hall destroyed, but the entire Divine Buddha Sect was nearly leveled.
Yet, when the dust settled, not a single body was found.
Qingwu’s face turned ashen.
But Qing Feng, watching from above, saw this and burst into laughter:
"Qingwu! With your abilities, you think you can kill my princess?"
"Earlier, you were calling the shots, and I had to listen to you—it’s the greatest shame of my life!"
"Hahaha, Qingwu, now that I’m back, from today onwards, you won’t be able to harm a single hair on the princess’s head!"
Qingwu, already in a foul mood, was further enraged when Qing Feng crashed into him.
He gathered all his spiritual power and slashed at Qing Feng with a sword.
The attack seemed capable of splitting the heavens and earth.
Qing Feng was alarmed. "Qingwu, do you have no sense of fellow disciple respect? You’re using such a deadly move!"
He knew he couldn’t block it.
So, he immediately teleported to Qiao Nanyi’s side, saying, "Qingyang! You’re my good brother, let’s block this sword together!"
Qiao Nanyi rolled his eyes.
The sword was aimed directly at Qing Feng, and there was no escaping it—only a head-on confrontation could work.
"You troublemaker!" Qiao Nanyi muttered, though he didn’t leave Qing Feng to die.
The two swords crossed, their combined might several times greater.
The two forces collided, and the cultivators with weaker powers couldn’t handle the impact. They vomited blood and fell unconscious.
Even those with slightly higher cultivation didn’t fare better, as they were further injured from the earlier clashes.
Nearby trees were uprooted, and the dust in the air nearly blotted out the sky.
Qingwu’s strike was blocked.
From amidst the smoke and dust, Qing Feng’s triumphant laughter rang out: "Hahaha, Qingwu, we’ll meet again when the time is right! Farewell!"
Qingwu leaped into the air but saw no sign of Qing Feng or Qiao Nanyi’s presence.
His beard nearly stood on end from anger.
Clearly, Siheng had taught them some other skills to avoid his attack!
The two swords had combined to block his full-strength strike. Their swordsmanship had reached a remarkable level.
His loyalty to Siheng was sincere, but in the end, it had led to this outcome.
Hmph! His earlier choice was absolutely right.
Siheng was unworthy to be a Venerable Master of the Immortal World, and he wasn’t deserving of Qingwu’s loyalty!
Once the dust settled, Qingwu landed back on the ground.
Sima Xin stormed forward, his voice cold:
"Qingwu, if not for your hesitation, she wouldn’t have escaped this calamity!"
"Now, my father has lost an arm, and A’Rui was taken by her!"
"You inherited this untrained cultivation, and this is how you handle things? You owe me an explanation today!"
Yan Hu followed, "Indeed! Grand Elder Qingwu, if not for your hesitation..."
Qingwu narrowed his eyes and slapped Yan Hu across the face.
Yan Hu’s face turned as he was struck, looking utterly shocked and humiliated.
Even Sima Xin spoke angrily: "Qingwu! What are you doing?"
"Younger generation speaks recklessly, almost saying things they shouldn’t. As a senior, and being his father’s close friend, I’m merely teaching him a lesson," Qingwu said slowly.
"A’Hu is now the island master of Penglai Island, and you have no right to discipline him," Sima Xin fumed.
"Ha, since he’s the island master, why should Lady Sima speak here?" Qingwu remarked grandly. "Rest assured, Lady Sima, I have no blood relations with him, nor am I his direct disciple. I truly treat A’Hu like my own son, and that’s why I did this."