As they spoke, Pan Ziyang had already stepped forward again, reaching out to touch Ji Xuanyue's face.

Ji Xuanyue's expression changed dramatically. Before Pan Ziyang's hand could touch her, a purple flying sword had already appeared in her hand, which she promptly placed against her neck, saying coldly:

"Pan Ziyang, I've said before, I am someone with a Dao companion. If you continue this behavior, then I would rather die myself."

Although Ji Xuanyue's words were calm, it was clear from her tone that she was resolute. If Pan Ziyang dared to take another step, the sword in Ji Xuanyue's hand would surely cut across her own throat.

But this resoluteness caused Pan Ziyang's eyes to suddenly become extremely cold.

"Ji Xuanyue, don't be ungrateful. Who do you think you are? Do you believe that with your strength, dying will be so easy?"

"You... What do you want?"

Pan Ziyang's words finally made the desperately calm Ji Xuanyue show a momentary panic on her face.

She understood that now that she had fallen into the other's hands, life and death were no longer under her control.

"Haha, I've already made myself very clear earlier, do I have to say it again?"

Pan Ziyang's eyes suddenly lit up with an extremely lecherous glint. He ignored Ji Xuanyue's reaction and stepped forward again, causing strands of silk to appear in his hand, instantly wrapping around Ji Xuanyue!

"Boom!"

However, at this moment, the room where they were suddenly shook slightly.

Pan Ziyang immediately showed a hint of bewilderment, not understanding what was happening. How could this strange situation suddenly arise?

"Young master, young master! It's bad! It seems like someone is attacking our Yin Yang Sword Sect's gate, the sect leader told you to go over immediately!"

Meanwhile, a servant who had gone out earlier suddenly rushed in, speaking urgently to Pan Ziyang.

"What did you say? Someone is attacking our gate? How is that possible? Who would be so blind to dare attack our gate? Do they not know that behind our Yin Yang Sword Sect stands the shadow of the Heavenly Gang Sword Sect?"

After the initial shock, Pan Ziyang's eyes immediately revealed a hideous expression.

The servant shivered but still replied, "Begging the young master's pardon, I don't know who exactly it is now, but judging by the sect leader's face, the situation doesn't seem very good. I think you should go check it out first."

Pan Ziyang glared fiercely at the servant, but he didn't say more, only ordered the servant to keep an eye on Ji Xuanyue, and then stepped out of the room.

Just as he had left the room, he heard another loud noise.

Then he was astonished to see fragments from the Array Formation Restriction scatter like dancing butterflies, fluttering everywhere.

A young man dressed in blue, carrying a treasure sword on his back, stood directly in the void, coldly surveying the entire Yin Yang Sword Sect's gate with an extremely icy gaze.

"Who are you? Daring to trespass in our Yin Yang Sword Sect, are you wishing for death?"

Pan Ziyang suddenly reacted and immediately flashed over to the blue-clad young man's side, speaking in an extremely arrogant tone.

The blue-clad young man was Zhu Fei, now present here.

At this moment, he looked at Pan Ziyang, his gaze flickering with cold light.

Before coming, he had already looked at the portraits of those related to the Yin Yang Sword Sect from Liang Wenbo, knowing that the arrogant fellow who suddenly appeared before him was one of his objectives for this trip, Pan Ziyang!

"The one who kills you!"

Zhu Fei wasted no extra words, as the Star Dream Moon Sword behind him instantly drew from its sheath, directly slashing down towards Pan Ziyang!

For someone who dared to harm his friends, or even women, Zhu Fei would never show any mercy.

Thus, from the moment he took action, Pan Ziyang felt an extremely intense killing intent.

Pan Ziyang hadn't expected Zhu Fei would act so decisively, striking without any warning.

Moreover, the opponent's cultivation was paramount, the surging Immortal Essence and ferocious Sword Qi were simply irresistible for him, who only had Profound Immortal Cultivation.

"Ah!"

Just as Zhu Fei's sword light was about to cut through Pan Ziyang's body, a treasure sword emitting black and white hues suddenly blocked his attack.

"Hmm?"

Zhu Fei's gaze followed suit, seeing a middle-aged man in a Yin Yang robe, holding a Yin Yang Treasure Sword, appearing before him!

Beside him stood seven or eight others, most of them at Ancestor Immortal Level.

Especially a beautiful woman among them, stepping on a blazing white flying sword, her eyes filled with frost as she looked at Zhu Fei, coldly stating, "I don't care who you are, daring to lay hands on my son, today you must die!"

"Mother, Father, quickly kill him! He just tried to kill me. We absolutely cannot let him go, we must teach him a lesson!"

Seeing his strongest support appear, the initially panicked Pan Ziyang's eyes immediately displayed a venomous gaze.

Staring at Zhu Fei, he said word by word, "Boy, no matter who you are, today you're doomed, daring to lay hands on me - I will make you realize what it means to want to survive but cannot, want to die but do not dare!"

"Oh, is it so?"

Zhu Fei's mouth curved into a subtle taunt.

Before Pan Ziyang could react, a massive hand covering the sky had already surged down onto Pan Ziyang's head!

"Impudent! Bold!"

Witnessing Zhu Fei's brazen move once more, everyone from the Yin Yang Sword Sect Sect Leader to Pan Ziyang's mother Huang Fanglan, and all others present showed an angry expression.

Huang Fanglan raised her hand, as a sword qi extremely sharp had already shot towards Zhu Fei's Heavenly Vault Hand.

"Fellow cultivator, who exactly are you? Why did you lay hands on my son just now?"

Seeing the Heavenly Vault Hand pierced through by Huang Fanglan's sword qi, as the Yin Yang Sword Sect leader, Pan Ziyang's father Pan Tianshun spoke with a grim expression.

"Haha, what your son did, would you as the father really not know?"

Zhu Fei retorted with a hint of mockery, speaking in a teasing tone.

"My son?"

Pan Tianshun frowned, about to speak, but Huang Fanglan beside him directly interjected:

"Whatever my son does, does he need you to control? Just what do you think you are, daring to lay hands on my son?"

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