The doubts in Yun Qingyao's cold eyes suddenly disappeared.

It seems that these Shinto disciples deliberately took advantage of her retreat to cause trouble.

Thinking of this, a hint of cold impatience flashed in her eyes, and she issued an expulsion order in a cold voice.

"Now, the grudge between you Shinto Sect and my Jinguang Palace has been settled. If you dare to cause trouble in my palace again, I will never forgive you! Go away!"

She has already taught them a lesson, which can be regarded as seeking justice for the disciples in the palace.

Very fair!

After Yun Qingyao finished speaking, her clothes fluttered and she was about to turn around and leave.

These Shinto disciples were nothing but clowns. It was enough to teach them a lesson. It was really not worth her wasting her time on cultivation.

At this moment, an angry and cold shout exploded in the sky above the square like thunder: "Palace Master Yun, wait a minute!"

As the voice resounded throughout the square, a middle-aged man in a golden robe appeared out of nowhere above the square. He was imposing and his eyes, as sharp as ice, shot towards Yun Qingyao.

"You disregarded your status and casually injured my Shinto sect disciples, and you still dare to say that we are even? Do you think that there is no one in my Shinto sect?!"

Ye Tianming raised his eyebrows in the corner and looked at the place where the middle-aged man's fingers fell with puzzled eyes.

There seemed to be some strange fluctuations there, like a stream of light that silently rushed into the inner courtyard of the Golden Light Palace.

Although the speed was extremely fast, he still noticed the slightest fluctuation immediately.

Out of instinct, Ye Tianming flashed and followed.

Anyway, Yun Qingyao is here to guard the place, and he can't let Yun Qingyao be attacked from all sides again.

……

Yun Qingyao's graceful figure paused slightly, and she slowly turned around.

Her cold gaze fell on the man, and her expression immediately became serious.

The person who came was the deputy leader of the Shinto sect - Si Sheng!

However, Yun Qingyao's tone was still as cold as ice.

"My disciples from the Jinguang Palace were beaten by people from your Shinto Sect. Why can't I teach them a lesson? Why are you only allowing people from your Shinto Sect to beat people, but not allowing people from the Jinguang Palace to fight back?"

"Si Sheng, aren't you a little too late?"

The middle-aged man heard this and smiled coldly, with a chill in his eyes:

"Yun Qingyao, you are really sharp-tongued and always good at shirking responsibility!"

"Unfortunately, my Si Sheng doesn't fall for it!"

"Now, you immediately kneel down and apologize to the many injured disciples of my Shinto Sect, admit your mistakes, and promise to obey my Shinto Sect's orders in the future. I will not bother with you about this matter!"

After saying that, Si Sheng looked at Yun Qingyao grimly.

Yun Qingyao's cold expression showed a hint of doubt. "Are you crazy?"

“…” The expression on Si Sheng’s face turned from cold to blue.

"Since you don't kneel down and apologize, don't blame me for making your life miserable!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it. A powerful spiritual power transformed into a giant golden palm and slapped Yun Qingyao fiercely.

"This sect leader will now seek justice for all the disciples of the Shinto sect!"

The Shinto disciples who had barely gotten up from the ground looked weak and miserable, but at this moment they were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and they screamed at the top of their lungs:

"The deputy sect leader is mighty! The deputy sect leader is mighty and powerful!"

Yun Qingyao's eyes were cold and she watched the rapidly approaching giant golden palm calmly.

She raised her hand slightly, and a bright white light flowed through her fingertips, quickly condensing into a crystal barrier in front of her.

"Deputy Sect Leader Si Sheng, do you really want the Shinto Sect to compete against my Jinguang Palace?"

Yun Qingyao's expression remained indifferent, but there was a hint of coldness and anger in her voice.

However, before she could finish her words, the originally indestructible crystal barrier was like paper and was easily shattered by the golden giant palm.

The violent spiritual power surged like a tide, and Yun Qingyao only felt a strong sense of oppression coming towards her, causing her breathing to stagnate.

"You have actually broken through to the seventh level of Tianshu Realm?"

There was finally a hint of surprise in Yun Qingyao's cold voice.

This Si Sheng's cultivation is actually one level higher than hers!

Si Sheng laughed triumphantly, and in a flash he was in front of Yun Qingyao!

The palm of his hand, with golden light, grabbed Yun Qingyao's arm directly!

Yun Qingyao was about to dodge, but suddenly found that her body seemed to be frozen and she couldn't move!

His arm was immediately grabbed and Si Sheng pulled it hard!

Pulling Yun Qingyao closer to him, a strong masculine scent hit her face, making her frown slightly.

"Palace Master Yun, as long as you bow and apologize to my disciples of the Divine Light Palace, I will let you go!"

Si Sheng lowered his eyes with disdain, his voice filled with a mixture of complacency and contempt.

He is extremely confident that he can defeat Yun Qingyao!

A hint of solemnity flashed across Yun Qingyao's cold eyes.

In the face of true strength, the weak have no chance to say no.

Si Sheng's frivolous arrogance, as well as his rough and heavy control, pulled her heart into the abyss of darkness little by little.

Even though her cultivation was quite strong, she still lagged behind.

The excited disciples of the Jinguan Palace watched this scene all around, their expressions frozen and their eyes filled with uncontrollable astonishment and worry.

Isn't it possible that their Palace Master is no match for the Shinto Sect's people?

Si Sheng glanced around and took in the expressions of all the disciples in Jinguan Palace.

He looked at the somewhat flustered cold fairy Yun Qingyao with great interest, and felt even happier.

"Fairy Yun, are you shocked by my majesty?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "heroic" and a stream of aggressive heat sprayed on Yun Qingyao's face.

Yun Qingyao was extremely angry and said coldly: "Si Sheng, you are looking for death!"

A raging fire burned in her cold eyes, the spiritual energy in her body surged wildly, and a powerful momentum suddenly burst out, forcing Si Sheng back half a step.

"You still have the energy to resist?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Si Sheng's eyes, and then he laughed grimly, "But it's just a dying struggle!"

Yun Qingyao said no more. White light shone brightly around her and her clothes fluttered, as if the Lady of the Nine Heavens had descended to the earth. Then she backhanded and the power turned into a golden arrow that shot forward towards Si Sheng's chest.

Si Sheng's face darkened slightly. He didn't dare to be careless and quickly circulated his spiritual power.

Even though his cultivation is slightly stronger than Yun Qingyao's, Yun Qingyao is able to become the Palace Master of the Jinguan Palace, so her combat power cannot be underestimated.

A white light flashed, and Si Sheng's hand seals changed. A giant palm as big as a mountain fell down, covering all of Yun Qingyao's attacks.

The shock wave generated by the collision of spiritual power made a loud rumbling sound.

Yun Qingyao's attacks were fierce and swift, each move was deadly, like a violent storm, continuous and endless.

Before they knew it, the two had been fighting for dozens of rounds.

Although Si Sheng had a higher level of cultivation, he was also hindered by this desperate fighting style, leaving streaks of blood on his body.

His face became more and more gloomy.

"Damn it, a stinky bitch can't fix you!"

Si Sheng roared, quickly formed seals with his hands, and muttered something.

A terrifying pressure emanated from him, and the space around him began to distort and deform.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered towards him madly, and in front of him, a huge palm gradually condensed.

The palm was dozens of feet high, shining with golden light, like a statue of heaven and earth, majestic and terrifying.

"The God King destroys the world!"

Si Sheng roared, and the giant palm in front of him fell down with a roar.

The dazzling golden light, like a mountain falling at high speed, smashed towards Yun Qingyao with a breath of destruction.

The golden light became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a huge golden beam of light, falling from the sky and bombarding Yun Qingyao.

Yun Qingyao’s face was pale, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

She raised her hands high, and a huge golden sword condensed above her head, with dazzling white light flashing around the sword.

"Golden Holy Sword, cut!"

Yun Qingyao let out a delicate cry, and the golden giant sword turned into a white lightning, heading towards the golden palm that fell from the sky.

The white sword light collided with the golden palm, making a shocking sound, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire sky.