Though slightly inexperienced at the beginning, Jingyun gradually found her rhythm and handled the fight with increasing ease. The treasured sword in her hand was no ordinary weapon, and her cultivation far surpassed that of the Daoist elder. Capturing him was merely a matter of time.0

Nevertheless, Wang Sheng, who was watching from the side, frowned slightly.0

The evil Daoist had far more experience in combat than his martial aunt. Although he appeared to be at a disadvantage, he still had room to maneuver, and he would always glance at Wang Sheng with a hint of caution.0

It was only a matter of time before the Daoist elder used the unconscious girl on the bed as leverage or pulled some unexpected trick, forcing his martial aunt into a passive position.0

Jingyun swiftly inscribed a talisman with her short sword, making a golden talisman materialize out of thin air and press down on the Daoist elder.0

The sinister Daoist sneered as he spat out a jet of inky-black mist that instantly shattered the golden talisman. He then formed a claw with his left hand and launched several chilling palm phantasms. Jingyun instinctively dodged to the side, forcing her to abandon her offense.0

The Daoist elder's eyes glinted with malice as he reached for the unconscious girl on the large bed....0