As soon as Lu Xuan finished speaking, Cheng Lingzhu had already stepped forward with her sword drawn.
Killing the Desolate God hadn't drained much of her strength.
Lin Hong flicked his sleeve, and a small, half-foot-long flying sword slid out, transforming into a streak of light, aiming for Cheng Lingzhu's brow.
With a "clang," a protective spiritual barrier appeared, an invisible and transparent force field.
The flying sword's trajectory veered off upon touching the invisible field, sliding to the side.
Cheng Lingzhu raised her arm, her fingertips forming a faint vortex of Qi. The vortex burst forth, piercing through the brows of both Lin Hong and Lin Yan.
Their bodies fell downwards, and a spark of spiritual fire appeared, incinerating them into ashes.
Lu Xuan's mind moved, and two black chips flew into his hand.
These were the chips from Lin Hong and Lin Yan's brains, which he had retrieved.
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