The moment they saw it, everyone on their side had the same thought.
Fu Young's eyes widened in fury.
There was no time to use any technique.
In that instant, his mind understood clearly that against a surprise attack from a Nascent Soul spatial cultivator, no method would be fast enough.
Even so, he still lunged forward on instinct, trying to block the attack, even knowing it would be useless.
Under the overwhelming pressure of a Nascent Soul spatial assassin, Xiao Shou could not even move, much less resist.
He looked at Fu Young rushing toward him without hesitation, and despair filled his heart as he stood there, waiting for the end.
At that moment, a sudden explosion sounded out of nowhere.
"Hmph."
With that voice, a pair of slender, beautiful hands waved lightly.
The three Nascent Soul spatial attackers who had just driven Xiao Shou into despair instantly exploded into blood and flesh, scattering in all directions.
