Just this point alone was enough to shock Bai Yiyuan.
Although his cultivation could not be called the strongest in the entire Starsource Continent, he was definitely one of the few people who stood at the top of the pyramid.
He was actually unable to remove the slave imprint planted by a Stage 1 Star Condensation cultivator!
"This slave imprint was really planted by Wang Yan himself?"
Bai Yiyuan's words caused everyone's expression to change.
He was known as the strongest person in the Eastern Continent, the strongest supporter of the Jinling Dynasty, and the famous Prime Warrior saint in the entire Starsource Continent.
Could it be that even the imprint planted by a Stage 1 Star Condensation cultivator could not be removed?!
Nie Feichen and the others were not the only ones who thought this way. Even Nangong Liuyun felt the same way.
"Yingluo."
Just as Bai Ruxue was looking at Bai Yiyuan in confusion, thinking about how to answer, Nangong Liuyun spoke up.
Hearing this, Su Yingluo was like a child who had done something wrong, lowering her head and calling him master respectfully.
"Just what is going on here?
Why are you together with Nephew Bai? "
Nangong Liuyun was not the only one who wanted to know the answer to this question. Everyone else also had the same question.
The fact that Bai Ruxue had been captured by Wang Yan as a slave had already spread throughout the entire Eastern Continent. Everyone knew about it.
Everyone knew that once the Prime Warrior saint found Wang Yan, it would be the day of his death.
The only person who could reverse the situation was Bai Ruxue.
As long as Wang Yan used Bai Ruxue as a hostage, there might still be a chance of survival.
But now, Bai Ruxue had appeared safe and sound, but there was no sign of Wang Yan.
Like this, there was only one outcome for Wang Yan, death!
"Wang Yan released Young Master Bai and begged for Lord Martial Saint's forgiveness."
Su Yingluo's words were concise and to the point, causing the eyes of Nie Feichen and the rest to instantly dim.
If there were no outsiders present, Nie Feichen would definitely scold Wang Yan for being stupid, as stupid as a donkey!
His only bargaining chip had been given away just like that. It was a worthy death …
"Forgive?
Hahaha … This is the funniest joke I've heard in the last hundred years! "
"Master, I promised Wang Yan that as long as he released Young Master Bai, I would beg the Martial Saint not to vent his anger on his sect and the people around him."
"That is the only condition for letting Master Bai go. Wang Yan did it. Now we …"
"You talk too much!"
Without waiting for Su Yingluo to finish speaking, Nangong Liuyun snorted coldly.
He furrowed his brows and shook his head, indicating for Su Yingluo not to say anything.
"Go on."
Unknowingly, Bai Yiyuan's gaze landed on Su Yingluo.
Rays of bright light suddenly appeared.
His black and white eyes were like two black holes that could devour everything.
Deep and boundless, and mysterious.
Facing such a terrifying gaze, Su Yingluo instantly felt fear, feeling as though all of her secrets had been seen through.
In her shock, she hurriedly turned her head, not daring to look directly at him.
"Reporting to the Martial Saint, this is what happened."
"Yingluo pleads for the Martial Saint to not vent his anger …"
"You were also planted with a slave imprint by this Wang Yan?"
The sudden indifferent words caused Su Yingluo's lips to open slightly, and her voice to stop.
Nangong Liuyun's expression changed slightly, "Yingluo, the Martial Saint …"
"Yes, Master."
In an instant, Nangong Liuyun's expression instantly turned gloomy, so gloomy that it seemed as though water could drip out of it.
He suddenly turned his head to look at Nie Feichen, a cold light flashing in his eyes!
"You, a disciple of the Sun Sect, how dare you!"
A cold shout was mixed with boundless killing intent.
Nie Feichen's body suddenly started to tremble, and his pale face had an unnatural flush of red.
Under the shocked gazes of Xuan Wenmin and Yu Hanhai, Nie Feichen looked as though he had been punched by a giant's fist, and blood continuously spurted out from his mouth!
As the astral wind raged, the dark red blood turned into a blood mist that filled the sky.
Fluttering down gracefully, it drifted down!
"Master!"
Su Yingluo cried out, and immediately stood in front of Nangong Liuyun, her beautiful eyes filled with anxiety.
"I once promised Wang Yan that as long as he let young master Bai go, I would guarantee the safety of his sect."
"As a condition, Wang Yan planted a slave imprint on me, it was completely reasonable."
"Otherwise, how could he let young master Bai go?!"
With a cold humph, Nangong Liuyun bowed slightly towards Bai Yiyuan, "Martial Saint, what should we do now?"
"Not only did this Wang Yan plant a slave imprint on nephew Bai, he also did something to Yingluo."
"If I don't let him taste the pain of being separated by life and death, the anger in this old man's heart will never be appeased!"
As soon as these words came out, Nie Feichen, who was continuously vomiting blood under Nangong Liuyun's pressure, and his aura was extremely weak.
Xuan Wenmin, Yu Hanhai, and even Su Yingluo.
At this moment, everyone's expression changed drastically.
Because Nangong Liuyun's words could be said to have sentenced the Sun Sect to death!
"Master!
You can't do that … "
"Ying Luo, why are you always supporting this Wang Yan?"
Just as Su Yingluo was about to open her mouth to stop him, a warm voice suddenly sounded out, forcefully cutting off the words that were at the tip of her tongue.
He slowly turned around and faced the pair of terrifying eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.
Su Yingluo's Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty, and the light in her eyes gradually turned resolute.
"Lord Martial Sage, the reason why Young Master Bai was able to appear in front of you safely is all because of the conditions that Wang Yan and I established."
"If something happens to the Sun Sect, the slave imprint that Wang Yan left in the depths of my and Young Master Bai's souls will probably never be broken in this lifetime."
Hearing this, Bai Yiyuan nodded his head and lightly smiled, then extended his hand to touch Su Yingluo's head.
The expression on his gentle jade-like face was slightly stiff.
In the depths of Su Yingluo's soul, he sensed a mark that was similar to Bai Ruxue's.
"Nangong, don't vent your anger on others."
After pondering for a moment, Bai Yiyuan suddenly opened his mouth and said these words that no one had expected.
"Lord Martial Sage, this …"
"Nangong, the ancients say that every injustice has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. This matter started because of Wang Yan, so it should be ended by him."
After saying this, Bai Yiyuan looked towards Nie Feichen, "Where is Wang Yan?"
The indifferent words contained an irresistible pressure.
When it landed in Nie Feichen's ears, he felt as if all the lightning in the world was rumbling.
It was as if he was in a sea of lightning, and his soul trembled, as if it could be destroyed at any moment!
But strangely, other than Nie Feichen who seemed as if he had been struck by lightning, everyone else's expressions were normal.
"Don't say that you don't know. If the sect leader of a sect doesn't know where the disciples of the sect have gone."
"Then there is no need for the sect leader and his sect to exist at all."
Bai Yiyuan's voice was very soft and indifferent, as if he was speaking of a small matter that was not worth mentioning.
But it caused the expressions of Xuan Wenmin and Yu Hanhai to tense to the extreme.
Just a slight nudge would cause their minds to collapse.
Fiercely shaking his head, Nie Feichen suppressed the rumbling sound storm in his mind and took a deep breath.
His gentle jade-like face revealed an icy expression for the first time.
"Tell him, cough cough …"
Just as Nie Feichen opened his mouth, a desolate voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
(End of this chapter)