Chapter 1145: Obstinately Heading Down the Wrong Course
“Young Master, stop obstinately heading down the wrong course! Let Elder Heng kill this girl, and come back with us!”
“No!” Ding Yun was greatly agitated, especially since he was well aware of the extent of these two fogey’s cultivation.
They were level-four spiritual cultivators whose cultivation had been suppressed. Lil’ Blockhead was definitely not Elder Heng’s match.
“I will come with you, but let her leave!” Ding Yun hollered, “Let her go!”
Even so, Elder Heng, who wielded the large scissors, shook his head. “Sorry, Young Master. This is Madam’s order. This old man will definitely take this girl’s life here today.”
After saying this, Elder Heng stepped up his offensive. He repeatedly flipped his large pair of scissors up and down as he snipped right for Qiao Mu’s small neck with a ferocious strength.
Qiao Mu pirouetted four to five times. Furthermore, she knitted her graceful brows in displeasure as she looked coldly at those large scissors that were pointed at her throat.
*Clang.* Her jade-white small hand directly came into contact with the large scissors, and it unexpectedly made metal sparks fly.
The elder was shocked and widened his eyes in near disbelief. “Why was this happening?”
This girl was able to clash with his mystic weapon barehanded.
While he was pondering this, Qiao Mu parried his scissors with her ferule. She followed up by flicking out three six-cornered snowflakes, which severed two trees beside the elder. Consequently, the upper halves of the trees toppled with a boom.
Seeing that they were about to press down on him, Elder Heng suddenly struck out a palm, directly pulverizing the toppling tree.
“I truly did underestimate you!” Suddenly, a wisp of spiritual energy fluctuated on the elder’s body, and the cultivation of a level-four spiritual cultivator surged inch by inch. Then, he abruptly grabbed at Qiao Mu’s shoulder with a black, withered claw.
When the elder that was engaging with Ding Yun saw this, a sinister look flashed across his brows. He jumped up abruptly and thrust a sword straight at Qiao Mu’s back.
“Guardians!!” Cult Master Ding’s heart threatened to burst as he witnessed this scene, and his body pounced over at Qiao Mu before he could even think.
He swiftly pulled Qiao Mu’s small body over and pivoted to push her down beside him.
One of the guardians couldn’t pull back his sword in time and slashed open a bloody gash on Cult Master Ding’s back.
Elder Heng’s pupils contracted, and he practically scrambled to check his injury. “Young Master!”
The other person also hastily put away his sword before he stooped down in panic. “Young Master, how are you?”
Ding Yun lay face down there without any movement for a long while.
This distressed the two guardians to death. One person cradled him as he flipped him around, while the other lowered his head and frantically cried out, “Young Master, Young Master!”
Yet a cold glint suddenly flitted across the depths of Ding Yun’s shielded eyes.
His hands abruptly erupted with a spiritual energy light, and he pummelled the two guardians’ waists, one with each fist.
The crisp crack of bone was heard. Those two old guardians’ eyes bulged after getting punched squarely in the abdomen, and they flew out horizontally before crashing heavily to the ground.
They completely didn’t expect their own young master to suddenly attack them.
After landing a successful hit, Ding Yun swiftly stood up. He caught the sword that one of the guardians had dropped with a kick of his foot, and a skyrocketing sword ray abruptly slashed across the two guardians’ necks without him batting an eye.
Those extremely fine red lines subsequently appeared on the two Beitan guardians’ necks.
Even in death, they were glaring with bulging eyes. They totally could not figure out why their young master killed them.