Feiling’s cold gaze and action of blocking Tianming’s sword spoke volumes. It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, dousing all of his anger and anxiety. The only thing he could use to console himself was that this wasn’t his Ling’er.

There was no way he could allow his sword to land. He hurriedly retracted his power; however, the power of his believers was like a rampaging horse, so he switched targets instead. His strike split the purple clouds for a hundred thousand meters.

Feiling’s Sapphire Skywings appeared. Tianming suddenly realized that if she didn’t...