“Xu Zhu, you dare!?”

Seeing the chaotic situation, Song Yuansheng finally could not endure it anymore. When he saw Ye Aotian and Xu Zhu team up against his little sister, Song Yuansheng let out a roar.

Seeing Xu Zhu ignore him, Song Yuansheng also became angry. Originally, he didn’t intend to intervene. Although his little sister had, he just treated it as a small fight. However, now Xu Zhu’s group of three had teamed up together to attack his little sister, and the dozen or so disciples behind them were ready to make a move. This was clearly not a small fight anymore. He didn’t care about the feud between the sects, as long as nothing happened to his little sister. If she lost even a strand of her hair, not only would his teacher teach him a lesson, those old fellows back at the sect would make him lose at least one layer of skin.

A ray of ghostly-blue light suddenly appeared. Song Yuansheng pulled out the flying sword on his back and a ray of blue sword energy flew toward the spirit beast silhouette that was a bird that wasn’t a bird. Then his left hand reached toward the void and a ball of spirit force...