Chapter 91: Let's Go!

"Heh heh, you two seem so eager for death, don't you? If that's the case, let me grant your wish!" Seeing that Yang Fan was almost completely incapacitated, the Sect Master of Cloud Ridge Sect sneered viciously, turning his attention to Shi Yuan.

"Shi Yuan, be careful!" Bai Feiyu cried out in terror, rushing forward to shield Shi Yuan. But alas, Shi Yuan was too close to the Cloud Ridge Sect Master. With a mere wave of his hand, the Cloud Ridge Sect Master sent Shi Yuan flying with a slap.

At this moment, only Bai Feiyu remained among all those present.

Before him stood the bloodthirsty Sect Master, who seemed an invincible demon god—powerful and terrifying.

"Hmph. You brat, you ruined my plans. But never mind, I'll leave you for last, torment you slowly, so you'll beg for life and death and find neither."

"Now, I want to savor the feeling of the sect leader's daughter. Ah, nothing is more satisfying in life than humiliating an enemy's child, trampling your foes beneath your feet!"

The Cloud Ridge Sect Master laughed ominously, stepping toward Qian Shuang, his aura radiating outward, instantly locking onto her. In that moment, Qian Shuang found herself unable to move—the opponent's oppressive presence was simply overwhelming, and she couldn't even attempt to run.

"Damn it!" Bai Feiyu roared, gritting his teeth as he rushed forward, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Mandragora Divine Flower!"

In an instant, spiritual power surged before the Cloud Ridge Sect Master, forming a vortex from which a dazzling mandragora flower bloomed. Waves of spiritual energy rippled outward, spreading toward the Sect Master.

The next moment, the stem and leaves of the mandragora flower suddenly stretched forth, lush green vines unfurling in the air, aiming to bind the Cloud Ridge Sect Master completely.

"Heh heh, such petty tricks. No matter how flashy your techniques, before absolute power, they're nothing but illusions!" The Sect Master sneered, stepping forward and grabbing at the vines with a palm imbued with ferocious might.

He was confident—the mandragora flower was no match for him.

But as he seized the vines, their thorns pierced fiercely into his palm, and the vines swiftly coiled around his arm.

Seeing this, Bai Feiyu's expression brightened.

This was the mandragora flower's killing move: if an opponent underestimated it and touched the vines, they'd instantly be bound.

Once entangled, the mandragora flower would move in and begin tormenting its prey.

This was indeed its strongest tactic.

He had thought the Cloud Ridge Sect Master would be difficult to handle, but now it seemed the man's arrogance would surely cost him dearly.

Yet after his hand was bound, the Sect Master frowned, then snorted coldly and began to pull at the vines.

In an instant, he uprooted the mandragora flower, causing it to wither instantly. Bai Feiyu spat a mouthful of blood, his aura fading rapidly.

At this moment, Bai Feiyu's heart was filled with shock.

The Sect Master was far too strong—he'd met the mandragora flower head-on and prevailed.

This divine flower was his ultimate trump card; under normal circumstances, no one could break its defenses.

"Help!" Seeing Bai Feiyu's technique shattered and his own condition deteriorate, Qian Shuang finally succumbed to fear.

She began to tremble.

From childhood, under the protection of her sect leader father, she'd never faced real danger or crisis. Even when venturing out, senior brothers shielded her from harm.

Now, plunged into peril, panic was inevitable.

"Heh heh, little girl, tremble. The more frightened you are, the more excited I become!" The Sect Master leered, licking his lips, completely captivated by Qian Shuang.

At his level, he'd played with countless ordinary female disciples, none of whom excited him anymore. Only the matter of status could arouse him now.

When common pleasures had lost their appeal, all that remained was the thrill of conquest.

To drag those once beyond reach down from their pedestal—that was what truly stirred him.

"Bastard!" Witnessing this, Bai Feiyu's eyes blazed with fury. Without a second thought, he launched himself at the Sect Master, unleashing his strongest punch.

"No, Bai Feiyu, run! With your strength, you still have a chance to escape!" Qian Shuang shouted anxiously, her heart torn between panic and a touch of gratitude.

She knew Bai Feiyu couldn't possibly defeat the Sect Master—the gap between them was insurmountable, leaving no hope of victory.

If Bai Feiyu fled now, he might still survive. His abilities offered a slim chance; if he escaped in a panic, the sect master might be too distracted to pursue, and Bai Feiyu could possibly make it out alive.

But if he tried to save her, there was only one outcome—death.

At this moment, Qian Shuang forgot her own peril, her sole concern urging Bai Feiyu to flee.

Bai Feiyu, wild-eyed, charged forward, wielding the God of War Spear, thrusting it at the Sect Master.

Even with his formidable cultivation, the Sect Master was forced to turn and deal with Bai Feiyu, frowning in annoyance. Bai Feiyu's ferocity could not be ignored; his suicidal attack made the Sect Master gasp in surprise.

"Hmph, have you lost your mind?" The Sect Master snorted, slapping Bai Feiyu aside, nearly knocking him to the ground.

"Run, Bai Feiyu! Go, don't worry about me!" Qian Shuang screamed in terror, her heart trembling as she looked at the frail, staggering youth before her. In that moment, his figure seemed towering.

"Hmph, I, Bai Feiyu, have never abandoned a woman, nor let a woman cover my retreat!" Bai Feiyu replied coldly, blood-soaked and fierce as a wounded beast, his eyes blazing with savage determination.

Seeing him so battered, Qian Shuang could not hold back her tears.

"Heh heh, boy, you care so much for this girl—do you love her?" The Sect Master looked at Bai Feiyu and sneered.

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