The endless, unstoppable Sky-Shattering Blades rained down, and the Wanfa Heavenly Palace disciples, now defenseless, were bound to suffer heavy casualties and be completely routed.
Su Qingyuan herself will also be severely injured by the spatial blade threads, suffering serious injuries, damage to her Dao foundation, and being unable to resist.
At that time, he could then step forward, pretending to be a bystander who had intervened to help, and protect the severely injured and weak Su Qingyuan who was powerless to defend herself.
In a chaotic and desperate situation, the debt of gratitude for saving a life is heavier than Mount Tai. Moreover, the other party is seriously injured and helpless, and can only let him manipulate and control them.
In the end, this lofty, aloof, and proud Heavenly Palace Cold Flower will only become a plaything in his hands, subject to his wanton humiliation and manipulation.
“Su Qingyuan You have been aloof and proud all your life, but in the end you cannot escape my grasp.”
Kugu Jin thought to himself, his evil thoughts growing ever more intense, his eyes becoming increasingly greasy and greedy, already confident of victory.
At this moment, Su Qingyuan was completely focused on stabilizing the barrier and resisting the heavenly punishment.
Her brows furrowed slightly, her expression focused, and spiritual light continuously flowed from her fingertips as she constantly adjusted the trajectory of the Dao patterns and patched up the flaws in the barrier, leaving her with no extra energy to probe the subtle movements in the void behind her.
The two elders were also fully engaged in their cultivation to stabilize the great formation, spreading their divine senses to probe the large-scale killing intent and enemy traces in front and around them. They had no time to pay attention to such extremely subtle and invisible yin threads.
Tens of thousands of cultivators were all preoccupied with their own survival and unable to detect this sordid sneak attack hidden beneath the heavenly punishment.
Danger is imminent, and crisis is imminent!
In that critical, life-threatening moment, Chen Ping, who had been hanging his head in fear and trembling, suddenly had a chilling glint in his eyes.
The deadly trick that no outsider could detect could not escape his chaotic divine eye that saw through the origin of all things.
He remained completely still, his head still bowed, his shoulders still tense, his cowardly and fearful posture unchanged, perfectly deceiving everyone’s gaze.
Only a wisp of barely perceptible gray-black chaotic essence seeped out from the fingertip, as thin as a spider’s thread, as fast as lightning, and without a sound.
The origin of chaos, the beginning of all heavens, the ancestor of all paths, and the nemesis of all evil!
The Soul-Devouring and Bone-Corroding Yin Silk of the Dry Bone Sect is an unorthodox technique evolved from acquired Yin and evil Daoist arts. Compared to the most fundamental chaotic Daoist power, it is inferior and not worth mentioning.
That seemingly intractable and traceless black thread of darkness, the moment it touched the sparse source of chaos, instantly melted away like boiling snow melting into a raging fire, or rotten wood returning to the wind, without any room for struggle, silently, cleanly and completely dissolving and annihilating itself.
There was no burst of spiritual light, no Daoist resonance, no sound, and no trace left throughout the entire process.
It was as if that deadly sneak attack had never happened; it was completely wiped out without a trace.
The chaotic origin at Chen Ping’s fingertips flashed by and was instantly withdrawn without leaving any abnormality, continuing to maintain the appearance of a weak, helpless, fearful, and timid low-level rogue cultivator.
On the other side of the void, the withered bones, who were quietly waiting for the outcome of the battle, suddenly froze with a confident smile in their eyes.
He clearly sensed that his extremely refined, flawless, and unsolvable Soul-Devouring Yin Silk suddenly dissipated and vanished into thin air the instant it was about to hit its target, without causing the slightest ripple or any impact.
“Huh? What’s going on?”
Withered Bones’ brows furrowed suddenly, his heart filled with surprise and confusion. He frowned slightly, “My Soul-Devouring Silk is formless, intangible, and leaves no trace. It is designed to hide in the turbulent currents and launch sneak attacks.”
Even a seventh-grade Immortal Lord would find it difficult to detect or defend against; how could it simply vanish into thin air?
He repeatedly rehearsed the trajectory of his attack, confirming that his timing, angle, and concealment were flawless and that it was absolutely impossible for the attack to collapse on its own.
Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Dry Bone Sect nearby quickly asked in low voices, “Young Master? What happened? Did the sneak attack fail?”
Suppressing his doubts, Ku Gu Jin said coldly, “The Yin Silk has inexplicably disappeared.”
“Dissipated? How is that possible!”
The disciple looked on incredulously, “Su Qingyuan was only defending herself with all her might, her back was completely unguarded, neither a high-level protective treasure was activated nor any outsider came to her aid, how could she have neutralized the young master’s unique Yin technique?”
Withered Bones’ gaze was deep as he stared intently at the myriad barriers in front of him, which remained as solid as ever and showed no abnormality whatsoever. Suspicion arose in his heart: “Could it be that the Heavenly Dao Deduction Technique of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace is too profound, able to predict sinister killing intent in advance and automatically trigger hidden defenses?”
He couldn’t think of any other reasonable explanation.