Seizing the moment while he was dazed, Cang Qing exerted force, and Yun Shangyuan's arm immediately broke.
"Uh..." He held back from crying out, continuing to struggle with his weakened arm.
"I've got this!" A flash of spiritual light crossed Mo Xue's mind. She moved up behind Yun Shangyuan and tightly grabbed Feng Yueya's hand to help her grasp the Black Iron Sword at Yun Shangyuan's waist.
The moment Feng Yueya touched the hilt, she instinctively drew the sword.
Instantly, golden light radiated everywhere, and Cang Qing's ghost, petrified, retreated several meters.
He glanced fearfully at the Black Iron Sword and then at Yun Shangyuan, his intense obsession leaving him with only one thought.
Rip off his arm and kill him!
Ignoring the peril of his soul scattering, he lunged at Yun Shangyuan again.
Yun Shangyuan, having freed himself, was not about to let him approach again and swiftly dodged.
