"It's too late to run now."
Looking up at the three fleeing figures in the sky, Ye Fengsheng whispered softly, and a red dagger appeared in his hand. As the royal family's spirit surged, the sword's body blossomed with countless lotuses and the charm of water.
Holding the sword, Ye Fengsheng closed his eyes and focused intently. The thin clouds gathering again in the sky paused briefly. Then the sword light flashed, blooming like tens of thousands of white lotuses. The sword light drew an arc in mid-air, breaking through the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, flying toward the boundless sky. Anything close to it was cut into pieces and returned to dust.
Two out of the three fleeing figures were immediately destroyed. Ye Fengsheng's eyes fixed on his target, completely unconcerned about Tianyi Mansion, which was now in chaos. That figure flew swiftly, disappearing into the blue sky in an instant, leaving no trace.
