I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

"!!!"

But it was too late.

Admittedly, the Shadow Step may be fast, but that palm print was a move by the Void Refiner who did not hold back his strength, and it was more ferocious than the previous two moves.

The palm print behind her was like a maggot clinging to her bone, relentlessly pursuing Ye Qiao.

If you want to compete with a Void Refining cultivator in speed, you need to be in the Void Refining or Deity Transformation stage. A Golden Core cultivator will only face certain death no matter how fast they run.

Mingxuan's gaze was fixed on Ye Qiao. The girl was extremely fast, her feet landing like the wind, but even though she was fast, the palm print arrived even faster.

The enormous palm print slammed down, causing the ground to shake violently. The earth-shaking tremors and the residual power of the palm strike from a Void Refinement stage cultivator caused traces of sweet, metallic blood to well up from their chests.

What about Ye Qiao?

The moment the palm print struck, the girl was instantly smashed to pieces, her entire body exploding like a cloud of blood mist. The bloody scene left them stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

No, that can't be, right?

Mingxuan tried to calm down.

Ye Qiao only dared to do this because she was absolutely certain of her success.

Moreover, she is not without means of self-defense. With so many magical artifacts on her, she could easily use any one of them to block the attack. What exactly is she trying to do?!

Mingxuan turned around and found that all his teammates looked like they were dumbfounded.

Although they had witnessed the deaths of others, it was different. Ye Qiao was their companion. No one could accept that someone they had spent so many years with had been blown into a cloud of blood mist.

Su Zhuo's voice was somewhat hoarse: "This... can't be right."

Duan Hengdao clenched his jaw, his emotions oscillating between shock and disbelief.

Ye Qiao couldn't have died so easily, absolutely not.

However, reason told them otherwise, but the scene they had just witnessed still left them with a deep psychological scar. They were all like lost souls, their expressions blank. In this state, the evil cultivators wouldn't even need to do anything; any random person could easily take them all down.

Mingxuan was the only one who came to his senses. He threw out all the defensive talismans in his hand, protecting everyone's safety in an instant.

Sure enough, damn it, this family would have fallen apart long ago without him.

"Calm down, you guys." Mingxuan tugged at Si Miaoyan beside him and whispered, "Look at Xiaoqi."

As the little ghost that Ye Qiao had contracted, if she really died, Xiao Qi would at least have some reaction, but Xiao Qi stayed nestled in Si Miaoyan's arms the whole time and slept very soundly.

Si Miaoyan hugged the little boy in her arms tightly, "You're right."

Qin Huai gritted his teeth and kicked his bewildered companions hard: "The elder said that during the battle, no matter who is in trouble, you should not be distracted. Even if a companion is killed on the spot, you should not turn around to look, otherwise you will be the next one to die. You all better wake up."

"It depends on the person." Knowing that Ye Qiao was still alive, they breathed a sigh of relief, their voices becoming lighter. "If you were dead, I definitely wouldn't look back, but Ye Qiao, she died so casually, can you believe it?"

This was utterly unbelievable and shocking. How could Ye Qiao, such a scourge, die? If she really died, they would truly collapse.

It's ridiculous.

Qin Huai: "..." Although it hurts, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it.

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Ye Qiao felt that these were all a group of cold and heartless people. She was dead, yet not one of them was sad.

There's absolutely no camaraderie among fellow disciples!

Xiao Qi was exceptionally helpful this time, pausing for a full five seconds to give herself enough time to prepare. The moment the palm print exploded, Ye Qiao had already rolled into the pile of rubble to cover herself, while suppressing her aura to the lowest possible level.

Still shaken by the ordeal, she clung tightly to the cold rubble, afraid to breathe too loudly.

Good, good, that's impressive!

What are you pretending for? Once she reaches the Void Refinement stage, she'll just slap anyone she doesn't like to death.

Having her defenses breached, Ye Qiao could only mutter a few sarcastic remarks in her mind. She subtly released her spiritual sense to observe the man's reaction.

To be precise, they will only believe what they see.

He watched helplessly as "Ye Qiao" was torn to pieces. He didn't even need to go forward to check. He simply concluded that Ye Qiao had been dealt with by his palm print.

Arrogant and ridiculous.

He burst into wild laughter, his face flushed, and he was agitated: "What Ye Qiao? A mere Golden Core cultivator, does he really think he can manipulate me with a few tricks?"

Ye Qiao clutched her chest, observing him coldly.

Perhaps this heretical cultivator himself didn't realize that something was wrong with his emotions.

Inside Cloud Mist Valley, there weren't enough elixirs to resist the poisonous gas of the clouds and mist, causing them to become mentally unstable and gradually lose their way.

With the added harassment from the rolling pebbles and the constant throwing of magical artifacts, he had been driven to the brink of madness, becoming easily agitated and irritable throughout.

There's a saying that goes, "Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad."

He was already half-mad, having unleashed all three palm strikes, having used up almost all his trump cards.

You can't rely on that coward Lueying; you have to rely on yourself.

If she really relies on Shadow to solve the problem, she'll end up being blown to bits.

Things are much better now. That man's trump cards are definitely more than just those three blows; he's an old monster who's lived for hundreds of years at the Void Refinement Realm. He's far more terrifying than they imagined.

Therefore, she had to ensure that Shadow's killings were foolproof.

However, the fact that the light emitted by the sword spirit when it transforms is too dazzling and will be noticed is another problem.

Ye Qiao could use her own death to lower his guard, letting him gloat wildly without noticing anything amiss with the Shadow Sword.

This gives Shadow enough time to transform and launch a sneak attack.

Just as Ye Qiao was pondering, she heard a rustling sound. She was slightly startled, and then saw Ming Xuan forcefully squeeze into the stone cave. The boy propped his chin up and couldn't help but wonder where she had found such a secluded hiding place.

Could she be a genius?

I rely on.

How did the second senior brother manage to find her hidden place so secretly?

Mingxuan huddled together with her, the two of them like mice sneaking around in a burrow. Mingxuan tugged at her, "Weren't you dead?"

Ye Qiao slapped him away: "You're the one who's dead."

Although he didn't really believe it, after all, evil deeds live on for a thousand years, but just now, a group of people had indeed watched Ye Qiao being torn to pieces.

"A clone? That's not right either."

He kept a close eye on his junior sister's actions the whole time, and he was certain that what was torn apart was not Ye Qiao's clone. Moreover, in a secret realm where the highest level was the Golden Core stage, even if she had extraordinary abilities, it would be difficult for her to use them.

Ye Qiao: "Oh, you mean that one from earlier?"

She carefully brushed the dust off her clothes and immediately felt refreshed: "That was a substitute puppet."

I should thank Yunque for her gift.

She had never had anything so good in her life.

Mingxuan was slightly taken aback.

The substitute puppet is a top-grade magical artifact. It can replicate a human body to such a realistic degree that it can be used to escape death when necessary. It can withstand a fatal blow and complete the escape.

Unfortunately, the items are disposable.

The battlefield is ever-changing; five seconds is enough time for her to replace herself, place the puppet there, and then find a secluded corner to hide in.

As expected, her son was the most capable.