Heart Protection (Back from the Brink)

CHAPTER 56

Although Yan Hui asked that question, everyone knew who she was referring to. Aside from Ling Fei, no one else was trying to stop her.

Ling Fei saw Yan Hui's face was dark with anger. It recalled that time in Xin Xiu Peak's prison when she suffered a loss by Yan Hui. With this new hatred and old grudge together, Ling Fei's anger also flared. She chillingly laughed: "You really meant it when you said you were going to cut off your former classmate's tongue. Yan Hui, where is your humanity. Could it be you've already become a heretic cultivator?"

"Malicious slander," spat Yan Hui. "The way I see it, keeping your tongue is also useless." She flung the bloodstained dagger at Ling Fei's face.

The dagger was fast like lightening, but Ling Fei was already prepared. She wave her hand. Her long sleeves deflected the dagger and sent it flying off-course.

Ling Fei looked at Yan Hui with slightly narrowed eyes: "Last time you took advantage when I wasn't ready and did a sneak attack. Did you really think this time I'll lose to you?"

She grasped the air, and a horsetail whisk appeared in her hand. She brandished the whisk, aura overflowing: "I want to see what other heretical sorcery you've learned since leaving."

Ling Fei disappeared at the end of her words. Alarm bells immediately started ringing in Yan Hui's mind, and she at once backed up a step to protect Tian Yao. However, Tian Yao also suddenly backed up too. He hurriedly called out: "Careful." He followed up with pushing Yan Hui.

Yan Hui staggered forward a step and barely managed to dodge the horsetail whisk sweeping in from behind.

Ling Fei reappeared one half step behind Yan Hui. But instead of continuing to attach Yan Hui, Ling Fei swept a severe gaze toward Tian Yao:

"Unexpectedly discerning!"

Following her words, the horsetail whist swept toward Tian Yao's face. A cold blast accompanied it.

Ling Fei is Su Ying's little sister. Although she was sent at a young age to Chen Xing Mountain by Su Ying, Ling Fei still learned Guang Han sect's heart techniques. Thus with that move, the entire room filled with an icy cold that penetrated to the bones and heart.

Tian Yao's magic hadn't fully recovered yet. However he spent the last few days regulating his inner breath and gained some cultivation. It was enough to increase his speed much more than the average cultivator.

When Ling Fei unleashed her magic, it was clearly within Tian Yao's capability to dodge it, but he froze.

Those memories that Tian Yao strived hardest to forget had already become wounds branded into his very soul. The chilled air Ling Fei's whisk brought with it was like a blade stabbing straight into those wounds.

An enormous moon. Snow flurries filling the air. These out-of-place sights untimely filled Tian Yao's vision.  His pupils contracted. For a moment, he couldn't move his feet. He watched the whisk slash, sending the frigid air magic aimed straight at his head!

In that moment between life and death, Tian Yao saw that figure in front of him move. A hand shot out and fiercely grabbed the sweeping whisk.

The frozen air was completed blocked by a gust of roiling fire. It was like a safe barrier was protecting Tian Yao.

It was Yan Hui who had tightly grabbed the horsetail whisk.

Fire and frost were clashing within her fist. Their intertwining caused strange light fluctuations, which reflected in Yan Hui's eyes. The light reflections playing across her face gave her a sinister look: "I said I would protect you."