A faint tremor rippled through the inky black sky, and soon, cracks silently spread out. Blinding sunlight poured through, dispelling the darkness above this horizon. As the black curtain swiftly dissipated, the crowd on the square shielded their eyes from the sudden cascade of light. After a while, they raised their gazes to the distant sky.
Above, Wuhu hovered in the air, his hand holding a wisp of dark fog that emitted familiar fluctuations. Gripping the dark fog tightly, Wuhhu’s hand formed a seal and quickly sucked it into a ring on his finger. He then let out a long sigh; after all these efforts, he finally captured the old man who had eluded him for so many years. The Hall Master would surely be overjoyed when he returns.
After imprisoning Old Medicinal Elder’s soul in the Nalan Ring, Wuhu cast a cold smile at the approaching Medusa, and his figure flickered, transforming into a shadow of black fog, rushing like a specter towards Xiao Yan, who stood dazed on a treetop. “Haha, boy, with your teacher captured, you might as well join him!” Wuhu laughed coldly, easily shaking off Medusa’s pursuit as he shot towards Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan stood dazed atop the treetop, unmoving as if he hadn’t felt Wuhu’s assault. Seeing Wuhu rush in, Haibo Dong and the others paled, trying to pull Xiao Yan away, but his body was immovable, stuck to the treetop.
As Haibo Dong struggled, Wuhu burst forth, and it was clear Medusa, the following Queen, would be moments too late. “Take him away!” As Haibo Dong prepared to clash again, a petite figure suddenly appeared—Ziyan, her long purple hair fluttering in the wind. Her face, usually reserved, was now filled with gravity.
Seeing Ziyan’s actions, Haibo Dong was stunned but nodded, tugging Xiao Yan forcefully and darting away. “Little girl, you dare to interfere?!” Roared Wuhu, waving a hand and unleashing a surge of black fog. Focusing intently, Ziyan’s eyes glowed an unusual purple as she clenched her fists, wrapping them in a purple aura, and launched a punch imbued with power that could shatter mountains.
The instant Ziyan’s fist landed, the air compressed into an invisible arc, the whistling sound of a forceful air cannon, and hit the black fog! A dull thud sounded as the black fog, imbued with Wuhu’s energy, wavered and dissipated. To think that Ziyan could withstand a blow from Wuhu, a powerful Battle Sect! The effort, however, clearly took a toll, and her glow dimmed, her strength weakening.
“Ah?” Shocked, Wuhu hesitated, but before he could act, Medusa flashed down with a colorful blade, icy glare fixed on Wuhu. She struck, aiming for his throat. Wuhu, not daring to ignore Medusa, countered with ghostly hands clashing against the rainbow snake sword, creating a cacophony of metal striking metal.
Clang! Clang!
“Medusa, are you really setting yourself against the Soul Temple?!” Enraged, Wuhu shouted, as capturing Old Medicinal Elder had already taken significant effort. Now, his secret energy boost was beginning to falter, and he feared falling to Medusa.
Attacking fiercely, Medusa’s gaze flickered to the dazed Xiao Yan, who seemed soulless. She pressed harder, her voice cutting through the tension. “Give up the soul!”
“Hah, foolish dream…” Wuhu cackled, dodging the snake sword and looking disappointedly at Xiao Yan. “Boy, today is your lucky day. But rest assured, next time, you will join your teacher. Farewell for now.”
Coldly, he vanished, leaving Xiao Yan enraged. “Bastard, give back my teacher’s soul!”
Wuhu smirked, pleased by Xiao Yan’s rashness. As Xiao Yan rushed forward, Medusa intercepted him, grabbing him and said, “Don’t be reckless. If you don’t want to disappoint your teacher, calm down. If you’re captured, no one can save him.”
Xiao Yan regained some sense, feeling the slightly warm fire mark on his forehead. The green flames slowly faded.
Seeing Medusa’s intervention, Wuhu shook his head, mocking, “Indeed, boy. Your teacher is no ordinary soul. Our Hall Master values her greatly. Come, come to the Soul Temple to save her. I’ll be waiting.”
With that, Wuhu transformed into a black fog and disappeared into the sky, faster than even Medusa could follow. Xiao Yan’s eyes followed the disappearing figure, and in pain, he howled, tears streaming down his face. Medusa, seeing his torment, sighed, her cold expression softening. “To save your teacher, train hard. He has placed all his hopes on you. Do not let him down. Besides, you aren’t alone. The Xiao Family’s revival in the Jia Ma Empire depends on you.”
Haibo Dong and the others fell silent, realizing Wuhu’s strength. In the square, Yunyun and Nalan Yanran watched the anguished young man, understanding the weight of his loss. Nalan Yanran, gazing at the desolate square and the fallen elders, mourned the destruction of the Cloud Sect.
Yunyun had explained the events to Nalan Yanran, revealing the death of Cloud Mountain and attributing the blame to Xiao Yan. Holding her emotions, Yunyun knew Xiao Yan came for revenge, and the grudge between him and the Cloud Sect was irreconcilable. Her heart heavy, she pondered the inevitable end of the Cloud Sect.
As time passed, Xiao Yan calmed, gently pushing Medusa aside and looking down at the Cloud Sect square, and at Yunyun and Nalan Yanran…
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