The sharp weapon that ambushed them collided fiercely with the Broken Sword, causing Zhou Qing to stagger back several steps due to the powerful impact.
Reacting quickly, Yan Xiaohu rushed in with his sword.
"I’ll kill you bastards!" A roar filled with endless grief and hatred rang out suddenly.
Shortly after, Yan Xiaohu’s somewhat disheveled figure hastily retreated.
Following him, a woman covered in blood, tightly gripping a cyan longsword, staggered out.
Her face, which might have been beautiful, was now drenched in blood, with a few strands of hair messily stuck to her cheeks. Her eyes were like burning flames of blood, reddened, filled with anger and defiance.
Her clothing was tattered and torn, with crisscrossing wounds all over. Some wounds were still bleeding profusely, the blood flowing down along her arms and legs, pooling under her feet into a crimson puddle.
Despite her weak breath, she stubbornly stood tall, her eyes fixed on the two of them, burning with a desire to tear them apart.
"So you were hiding here, really made it hard for us to find you!" Just as Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu were on high alert, several sharp whistles suddenly approached.
Soon after, more than a dozen figures descended.
Leading them was a powerful mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, and the rest were all Golden Core Realm cultivators, who immediately formed a circle around them.
"You two did well. You almost let this bitch escape. Dreaming of seeking aid, eh?" Meng Xing laughed wildly with a crazy look on his face.
Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu exchanged a glance, silently understanding each other without speaking, and both took a step back in unison.
However, Yan Xiaohu limped slightly, having been shoved hard by Zhou Qing earlier, causing him to crash into a protruding wooden frame, injuring his thigh.
It seems is the second time this has happened. Could it be that because my body knows I’m eager to hug the thighs of the fourth elder, my own thigh gets dissatisfied?
Meng Xing looked at the woman with eyes almost spewing fire, clicking his tongue in mockery, "Yuan Ya, Elder Zou Hong’s first disciple, a mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm expert. You were once a renowned beauty. Look at you now, what a pity..."
The woman called Yuan Ya gripped her longsword tightly, her internal energy disrupted by her severe injuries, causing her to spit a mouthful of blood at Meng Xing, only for it to be blocked by the Spiritual Light Shield.
"Meng Xing, even at this point, you’re still wearing the Golden Thunder Sect’s robes, so disgusting!" Yuan Ya’s face twisted with anger as she spat and cursed.
Meng Xing remained unfazed, still laughing loudly, "I think this outfit looks pretty good. Anyway, the informer has already been released. Besides, it was your two Divinity Transformation Realm elders leading the team. By now, the Taiqing Sect people should have stepped into the ambush circle."
The nearby Golden Core cultivators burst into laughter.
Zhou Qing’s brows furrowed slightly.
This guy even knows about the ambush, which means his status in the Cangyan Daoist Palace is quite high.
Moreover, being in this place, it would be hard to find Immortal Xuan You in a short time. Perhaps this woman named Yuan Ya knows the Sect Leader’s whereabouts.
Yan Xiaohu quietly sent a voice transmission, "I remembered, the Cangyan Daoist Palace has five great prodigies. It is said that they took less than thirty years to break through from the start of their cultivation to the Nascent Soul Realm. In the future, advancing to the Divinity Transformation Realm shouldn’t be difficult, and this Meng Xing is one of them, ranked fifth."
Zhou Qing’s eyes lit up with a plan forming in his mind.