Even if Di Yang were willing to kneel and apologize, the disciples of the Immortal Sect might not agree.
To cultivators, face was paramount.
"You have already killed Feng Qingcheng and Tang Zun. This matter was initiated by them, and they have already apologized with their lives!"
"Why do you demand that we also kneel and apologize? We were deceived and unaware of the truth of the matter; we are also victims!"
"I will not apologize! What wrong have I done?"
"I will not apologize, let alone kneel! Sect Leader Di has already given the sect's most prized treasure to Feng Ninghe, yet she is still not satisfied. This treasure is something we wouldn't even dare to dream of in this lifetime..."
The disciples of the Immortal Sect were indignant.
Some even turned and walked away, shouting, "I'm going back to the Immortal Sect now. I'd like to see what she can do to us! She can't possibly slaughter the entire sect, can she!"
Several disciples strode away.
Feng Ninghe's gaze flickered slightly. Her slender fingers hooked gently, and her clear, cold voice slowly dropped, "I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."
The disciples were filled with surprise. Before they could even ponder Feng Ninghe's words, a formation appeared beneath their feet.
The formation had been cast at some unknown time.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect tried to leave, but they were enveloped by the formation and could not escape.
Disciples from other sects moved freely, unaffected.
"What is going on! How is there a formation?"
"Why can't I break through the formation even with my weapon? When did this demoness cast this formation!"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect were astonished and hurriedly tried to break the formation.
But no matter how they attacked, the formation before them remained motionless, still tightly surrounding them.
Di Yang's eyes widened in horror, his gaze fixed on Feng Ninghe.
This woman... was she this powerful?
How long had it been, and she could already cast such a large formation without them noticing!
There were thousands of disciples in the Immortal Sect, and trapping so many within a formation was no easy feat, yet she had done so effortlessly.
Not far away.
Grandpa Luo's eyes sparkled with joy, as if he had acquired a precious treasure. "Jian Ye, your taste in people is truly excellent. I knew ordinary people wouldn't catch your eye! This girl is truly strong!"
Even Grandpa Luo had not detected the formation.
Earlier, everyone had been engrossed in watching Feng Xing battle Tang Zun and had not paid attention to their surroundings.
Si Jian Ye's thin lips, however, curved upwards at this moment, his deep pupils reflecting an unfathomable depth.
This woman had just learned formations from the painting world and was already using them so quickly. Her speed was truly remarkable.
Su Hongxiu could not conceal the admiration in her eyes. Her well-defined fingers tightly gripped a bone fan, watching everything with keen interest.
Feng Ninghe stood alone, her presence enigmatic, making it impossible to guess her next move.
Gong Yi Yuan was ecstatic, grinning from ear to ear. He stomped his feet twice. "I knew my judgment was excellent. With such a capable disciple, I'll have much less to worry about in the future.
With such talent, calling her the number one prodigy of Jinling would be an understatement; she's more like the prodigy of the Xuanzhou disciples!"
He couldn't help but marvel inwardly, truly worthy of being chosen by the Blood Phoenix.
Feng Ninghe not only possessed talent but also had a reliable character.
Feng Yi reached out and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, fearing he was mistaken. "Junior Sister is this strong? When did she cast the formation? I didn't even notice!"
Gu Sanwei crossed his arms across his chest, a bright smile gracing his cheeks. He praised with satisfaction, "Those who are valued by Master are naturally extraordinary. Junior Sister's talent is probably the strongest among us."
This was the first time they had seen Feng Ninghe make a move.
Her debut was grand and awe-inspiring!
Di Wenbin gazed at Feng Ninghe quietly, his expression incredibly complex. "Father, we were in the wrong from the start. Even if we were misled, it was our poor judgment that led to this outcome."
After learning that his life had been saved by Feng Ninghe, Di Wenbin had already been won over by her.
He had offended Feng Ninghe multiple times, yet she had still chosen to save him, even helping him reconstruct his body.
How could someone with such magnanimity be ordinary?
If he weren't the young sect leader of the Immortal Sect, he would have pestered Feng Ninghe to take him as a disciple!
Di Yang frowned, not speaking immediately. He turned his gaze to the disciples.
"Xiao Zhao, it's your turn. Don't let any of the Immortal Sect escape."
Feng Ninghe spoke.
As her voice fell, a roar seemed to tear through the sky.
ROAR!
Xiao Zhao transformed into its beast form, its mighty and colossal body spanning across the sky.
Sunlight struck its body, its scales shimmering with a rainbow of colors. Its face was fierce and majestic!
Its innate aura commanded submission.
"This... this is an ancient Qilin!"
"An ancient Qilin is rarely seen in ten thousand years! To think I have the chance to witness it! If I could obtain such a divine beast, I too could soar to the heavens!"
"This immature Qilin is already so powerful! Its aura is immense!"
The cultivators stared at the ancient Qilin with wide-eyed amazement.
Many people from the Immortal Sect had seen Xiao Zhao before. Upon seeing it, they were so startled that they took a step back.
"ROAR!"
Xiao Zhao waved its claws and let out a furious roar at the Immortal Sect cultivators, its sapphire eyes filled with majesty.
With its roar, a vast spiritual energy surged towards the cultivators.
The timid cultivators immediately fell to their knees, begging for mercy.
Xiao Zhao circled around and returned to Feng Ninghe's side, obediently lowering its head, indicating for her to ride on its back.
Feng Ninghe did not hesitate. She leaped up and mounted Xiao Zhao.
She raised the wooden box high, and her cold, female voice rained down from above the Immortal Sect disciples, "This is what you owe Immortal Xu. If you are unwilling to apologize, that's fine. Then, you can use your lives to apologize to him in the netherworld."
Her voice was commanding without anger.
Her expression did not change much, yet it instilled an involuntary fear.
She hovered in the air, riding on Xiao Zhao, her eyes looking down condescendingly. A cold aura emanated from her. Her black hair was casually tied up with a jade hairpin, exuding an elegant and ethereal aura.
Her exquisite face was alluring without being gaudy, her skin like congealed fat, and her eyes held a hint of cold aloofness.
A resentful disciple of the Immortal Sect looked up, glaring at her. "Feng Ninghe, we are also victims. We were misled by Feng Qingcheng, which led us to make mistakes. Why must you involve us..."
Before he could finish, Feng Ninghe interrupted him, "You know yourself that you made a mistake. Since you made a mistake, you should apologize!"
The disciple attempted to speak again, but a powerful surge of spiritual energy swept towards him.
Thump!
His knees struck the ground heavily.
The disciple's eyes widened in disbelief.
Feng Ninghe's gaze swept over him and then turned to the other Immortal Sect cultivators. Her voice, though soft, was chilling, "I give you two choices: either kneel and apologize, or die."