The small blade was infused with all the hopes of the attacker. At the moment the blade appeared, Li Yingqiong, who was also worried about Zheng Ming, let out a cry of alarm.
Although she was exceptionally talented, and although she had worked hard enough, the gap in realm was simply too large, a gap that could not be bridged by cultivation alone.
Therefore, upon discovering Zheng Ming was under attack, Li Yingqiong's first thought was to rush forward herself.
She didn't care what her own cultivation level was, nor whether Zheng Ming actually needed her to charge forward; her first instinct was just three words: rush forward.
But, whether due to the power driven by the blade or the force exerted by Zheng Ming, both seemed as formidable as heaven's might, making it incredibly difficult for her to so much as move.
Thus, in the end, she could only watch helplessly as that blade slashed onto her lord.
