In a moment of desperation, Mrs. He and Huangfu qingjue rushed forward again with their swords in hand. However, Ling Chuxi and Huangfu qingjue's speed was too fast. If they lost their focus for a moment, they would not be able to catch up.
Seeing Ling Chuxi's figure being enveloped by the first elder's murderous sword light, Mrs. He's face turned pale. If Ling Chuxi were to die in front of him like this, how would he be able to live up to that person's kindness in saving him in the past?
As her mind was in a mess, Mrs. He neglected a very important question. If Ling Chuxi was only at the late stage of the sage level, how could she have such speed? she was so fast that even Mrs. He's late stage monarch level cultivation could not stop her.
It was not only Madam he, but almost everyone thought that Ling Chuxi was dead for sure. After all, they had all seen Ling Chuxi's cultivation with their own eyes. The gap between her and the first elder was too big.