As the Golden Core rose into the air, dazzling all present, suddenly a streak of green light shot in from outside.
By the time everyone regained their senses, they could only watch helplessly as the green light weaved through the crowd and aimed at the center of the room, piercing towards Li Jing in his Daoist robe.
"Not good!"
"Someone is assassinating the State Preceptor!"
Realizing this, many faces paled in shock, while some people instinctively gaped in terror.
"Be careful!"
Several disciples, heedless of their own safety, lunged forward, attempting to block the green light with their bodies.
However, contrary to what everyone thought, the green light didn't pass directly through their flesh. Instead, as if possessing its own spirituality, it eerily swerved around the disciples' bodies at the critical moment, striking towards the back like a flash of lightning.
"Not good!"
