Liang Lin is truly powerful.
In front of him, our master was no match.
Let alone us juniors.
At this moment, he even spoke such words, mocking our master.
My master glared and pushed me forward:
"What are you still standing there for? Go!"
With that, my master couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.
But Liang Lin, standing not far away, let out a cold laugh:
"Tonight, no one leaves."
Saying that, his whole body exuded a terrifying, malevolent aura.
Those shadowy energies instantly transformed into grasping claws of black mist.
They swooped towards us with a "swish, swish, swish."
In an instant, everyone present had their necks grasped.
And at that very moment, we were all lifted high into the air.
"Ah..."
Everyone let out hoarse cries and began to struggle.
Their faces contorted with discomfort.
Now, escape was impossible.
Both my master and Uncle Tang had their vital points sealed.
Clearly, he had taken precautions against them, preventing them from using the Life-Sacrifice Talisman.
And now, even the thought of escape was a mere fantasy.
The Black Scale Snake Demon watched this with wide-eyed delight:
"Tiger Marshal's might!"
Liang Lin paid no mind, his gaze fixed coldly on us.
Soon, the feeling of suffocation began.
At the same time, Liang Lin was absorbing the true qi and spiritual energy from our bodies.
I could feel my own strength being drawn away relentlessly...
Xia Qiu Xi, having been poisoned by the snake before, was still weak even after consuming the snake's gall.
Now, with her neck constricted and her true qi being extracted,
She quickly fainted.
The rest of us were also in dire straits.
My master turned his head to look at me, his voice hoarse:
"Xiao Qin, Master... Master has failed you..."
With that, my master also fainted.
On the other side, Daoist Tang, Old Mo, and even Xiao Mei, all succumbed to unconsciousness as their true qi was continuously drained.
And I, at this moment, was also feeling drowsy.
But I knew I couldn't sleep.
If I succumbed to slumber, everyone would be lost.
We would truly, truly die here.
I wanted to use the Wu Chang Spell, but the distance was too great to hit anything.
Even if I managed to break free from these grasping claws of black mist with the Wu Chang Spell, it would be futile.
Now, I had only one path left.
To summon the Ninth Saint Princess, Qing Dai.
I struggled to control my body, feeling utterly drained, finding even the slightest movement difficult.
But with my stubborn will, I managed to grip the Dragon-Phoenix Jade Pendant at my chest.
I poured the little remaining Daoqi into the pendant.
And with a hoarse, determined shout, I cried out:
"Qing Dai!"
As I uttered her name, the runes and formations on the jade pendant activated.
The white jade instantly turned blood red.
And in my mouth, I continued to call out her name, relentlessly.
"Qing Dai..."
Liang Lin, on the opposite side, seemed to hear my voice.
He suddenly paused, ceasing to draw my true qi.
He fixed his gaze on me:
"What were you just shouting?"
I ignored him, continuing to call out:
"Qing Dai!"
As I shouted "Qing Dai" again, the jade pendant glowed a deep, bloody red.
Liang Lin on the other side heard the name clearly.
A hint of surprise crossed his face as he asked:
"How do you know that name?"
I looked at him, a cold smile on my lips, and spoke with great difficulty:
"That's—NONE—of—YOUR—DAMN—BUSINESS!"
After I uttered those four words,
Liang Lin erupted in fury:
"You are seeking death."
The Black Scale Snake Demon also roared in anger:
"How dare you disrespect the Tiger Marshal! I will refine your soul later and ensure you never find peace."
But as he finished speaking,
The Dragon-Phoenix Jade Pendant suddenly unleashed a terrifying, icy aura.
It erupted like a waterfall or a tsunami, blasting outwards.
With the surge of this dark energy, the black mist claws gripping my neck instantly snapped.
I fell from a height of two meters and crashed onto the ground.
And in the next second, a chilling wind swept through the surroundings.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," it howled.
A strange, frigid power began to envelop the entire Xiao Han Temple.
The Black Scale Snake Demon, seeing this, was filled with horror:
"Ti-Tiger Marshal, what is happening?"
Liang Lin looked around, his expression suddenly turning grim:
"It's her, she's here!"
The Black Scale Snake Demon asked dazedly, "Tiger Marshal, who?"
Liang Lin suddenly looked up, gazing towards the distant rooftop.
He spoke softly:
"The Ninth Saint Princess!"
As soon as he uttered those four words,
On the rooftop not far away, wisps of white mist began to condense.
In the next moment, a masked woman, clad in a long black gown, stood resolutely on the rooftop.
The woman was tall, with a graceful, alluring figure.
Even though she wore a mask, it could not conceal her unparalleled beauty.
Her bright, beautiful eyes were captivating.
It was none other than my destined benefactor, the female ghost Qing Dai, who had protected me for many years.
The moment Qing Dai appeared, her brows furrowed.
Then, she waved her hand.
Instantly, the black mist claws that had been holding my master, uncle, Sister Yun Xia, and the others, snapped and dissipated.
My master and the others fell to the ground one after another.
Liang Lin, standing before me, remained unfazed and took a step forward.
He looked up at Qing Dai on the rooftop and cupped his fist in greeting:
"Princess, long time no see..."