Nangong Hua said in a deep voice: "Catch that Xi Yue for me. If there are any obstructions or resistance, kill them without mercy."
"Yes, Patriarch!"
Nangong Yu's eyes turned cold, and he was about to kill the Nangong family guards first, when Nangong Hua's fierce ghost attack whizzed towards him.
Nangong Hua has thought it through clearly. Since his nephew values Xi Yue so much, he must at least keep Xi Yue under his control first.
No matter how high Nangong Yu's cultivation was, Nangong Hua was also in the Spirit Severing Stage. If he protected Xi Yue, he would not be his opponent at all, and in the end both of them would die. But if he let Xi Yue go and fought against him, the guards of the Nangong family would capture Xi Yue alive.
Nangong Hua sneered. No matter what, Nangong Yu and Xi Yue could not escape from his control.
The ghost claws whistled and carried evil spirit as they pounced towards Nangong Yu and He Xi.
He Xi suddenly pushed Nangong Yu out.
Nangong Yu did not look surprised. He shook his body, and the black sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and he rushed towards Nangong Hua's guards.
Nangong Hua was overjoyed when he saw this. Was Nangong Yu stupid? He actually left Xiyue behind to attack the guards. Did he think Xiyue could withstand his attack
But the next moment, a scene happened that shocked and even horrified Nangong Hua.
The shadow of the ghost claw attacked Xi Yue with great momentum, but it seemed to have hit a wall and was bounced back with a bang.
Moreover, the force of the catapult was so strong that Nangong Hua's standing body shook and he took a step back.
He Xi looked at Nangong Hua's embarrassed face with a leisurely and indifferent expression, but the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile that was not a smile.
"What's going on? What the hell did Xiyue do?"
Nangong Hua was shocked and suspicious, with a sinister look flashing in his eyes. His hands, which had originally returned to their normal size, swelled up again and turned into terrifying ghost claws.
The onlookers only saw a shadow flash before their eyes, and the fierce attack like collapsing mountains and splitting rocks had already reached Xi Yue.
"Be careful, Xiyue!!" screams rang out one after another.
Zeng Shouyue and his classmates as well as the students from the Huangyi Branch were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
Lian Qingluan's face turned pale as he shouted, "Master, hurry... hurry and save me!"
However, the expected situation of the young boy's frail body being torn into pieces did not occur.
Nangong Hua's attack landed in front of Xi Yue, making a deafening "boom" sound, and the remaining power of the attack made people tremble all over.
However, none of the attacks could land on Xi Yue.
Amidst the violent storm, the handsome young man smiled calmly and even had the leisure to straighten his clothes.
"Impossible! How is this possible? How could this happen?" Nangong Hua's whole face was twisted.
His face was full of anger and disbelief. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that his attack could not hurt a boy in the Jindan stage at all.
Suddenly, Nangong Hualing focused his eyes and his gaze fell on the surroundings of Hexi.
Only then did he realize that the boy was wrapped in a layer of transparent spiritual shield, and the shield was almost firmly attached to the boy's body, with almost no fluctuations in spiritual power, so that Nangong Hua was completely unaware of the existence of the spiritual shield.
However, even a warrior in the Spirit Severing Stage could not create such a virtual spirit shield, let alone one made by Nangong Yu. (To be continued)