“Arrogant fool! If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll never understand why the Wuma Heavenly Clan ranks among the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s Ten Great Heavenly Clans!”
With those words, Wuma Yantian unleashed a palm strike. A massive martial power imprint coalesced before him, towering like a mountain as it bore down on Chu Feng and the others.
This wasn’t a mere lesson—he aimed to obliterate Chu Feng and every last member of the main branch Wuma Heavenly Clan.
As the palm descended, the main branch clansmen shut their eyes in despair.
They knew this wasn’t just a strike—it was a death sentence, their doom.
“Hmph.”
Yet, facing Wuma Yantian’s attack, Bai Liluo let out a soft scoff. She pointed a finger at the void, and a beam of light shot forth like a sword from her fingertip.
*Boom—*
A deafening blast echoed. The radiant sword not only pierced the martial palm but shattered it instantly.
As the palm disintegrated into scattered sparks like starlight, the crowd’s expressions grew complex.
The branch clansmen, in particular, were gripped by panic.
Bai Liluo’s strike hadn’t just nullified Wuma Yantian’s assault—the beam had torn through his body.
The once-dominant Wuma Yantian now stood with a severed arm.
“Patriarch!!!”
The branch clansmen cried out in distress.
Their patriarch’s face was ashen, his aura weakening rapidly.
This was no superficial wound—Wuma Yantian wouldn’t falter like this otherwise.
“This…”
All eyes instinctively turned to Bai Liluo.
Only now did they grasp the terror of this figure with a little girl’s voice.
At the same rank, Wuma Yantian had few equals.
Yet against her, he’d fallen in a single blow.
“Who… who are you?” Wuma Yantian’s gaze locked onto Bai Liluo, heavy with gravity.
He’d used his Heavenly Thunder Rune to boost his cultivation from Eighth Rank Venerable to Ninth.
That palm strike hadn’t been ordinary either.
But Bai Liluo had countered it effortlessly.
The gap between them was a chasm, forcing him to take these two seriously.
Yet after his question, Bai Liluo didn’t respond.
At first, people assumed she simply didn’t deem him worth answering, leaving Wuma Yantian faintly embarrassed.
But Chu Feng soon noticed something off.
“Sister, are you alright?” he asked via secret transmission, stepping to her side.
“Brother, run—don’t worry about me,” Bai Liluo replied the same way.
“Ugh—”
As she spoke, she suddenly dropped to one knee, her body flickering unnaturally.
“Sister Liluo!”
Chu Feng rushed to support her.
“Damn it, that beast—it’s acting up again…” Bai Liluo gritted out. “Go, or even if these Wuma scum spare you, that thing won’t. It failed to ruin you before, but if it takes my body this time, it’ll come for you itself.”
Her words clarified the situation for Chu Feng.
The shadow.
Bai Liluo hadn’t truly subdued it—it was now striking back.
“Argh—”
Bai Liluo screamed in agony, tearing off her robe. As it fell away, her true form emerged.
“This girl… she’s really a child?”
Shock rippled through the crowd—branch and main clansmen alike.
No technique could discern her age; they could only judge by her appearance—a child’s face.
A strikingly sweet and delicate one at that.
“No—this girl’s some kind of monster!”
But soon, her features twisted. Black mist poured from her body, dissolving her flesh into a swirling mass of dark flames.
Two shadows writhed within, trembling and struggling, emitting eerie sounds that chilled the spine.
“Run! Get out of here!” Bai Liluo roared, no longer whispering but shouting aloud.
“Damn it!”
Chu Feng wouldn’t leave. He tried everything to help her, but nothing stopped the unfolding chaos. Panic surged within him.
If he couldn’t halt this, Bai Liluo might die.
“Well, looks like a twist in the tale,” Wuma Yantian remarked, a smirk curling his lips.
Injured by Bai Liluo, he’d found her troublesome.
But this turn of events tilted things in his favor.
He had a hunch the other figure—Chu Feng—wasn’t a threat.
“You beast, don’t you dare harm my brother!!!”
Bai Liluo bellowed suddenly. A torrential aura erupted from her.
The ground quaked, the sky trembled, and everyone felt a crushing menace.
Branch and main clansmen alike paled—even Chu Feng frowned.
Compared to Wuma Yantian’s earlier attack, this force was magnitudes more terrifying. If it swept out, all would perish.
“Sister Liluo, you—”
But Chu Feng’s expression shifted to shock. He realized Bai Liluo wasn’t targeting anyone else—she was turning that power inward.
She was using it against herself.
*Pfft—*
A gush of blood sprayed from her mouth. The black flames dissipated, and she reverted to her original form.
But now, her face was deathly pale. She couldn’t stand, collapsing unconscious toward the ground.
Chu Feng caught her swiftly, yet as he held her, his heart sank, worry etching his face.
She wasn’t just unconscious—her body was ice-cold, heavy beyond reason. Despite Chu Feng’s cultivation—capable of shattering the void, cracking the earth, or drying an ocean with a thought—holding her strained him.
“Reverse sealing?”
He couldn’t be sure, but a theory formed.
Unable to stop the shadow from overtaking her, Bai Liluo might have used a reverse seal in desperation, locking both herself and the shadow away together.
