The Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion's only hope now rested on Langya. If she were defeated, the sect might not recover its strength for a hundred years.
As Juling Yin stepped onto the stage, Langya said nothing. The Sixty-Four Hexagrams manifested once more. Her body shot toward Juling Yin like a soaring dragon.
"Excellent!" a few disciples of the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion cheered.
Langya, who had entered the Dao through martial arts, was heroic and majestic in battle. If not for her lack of skill in divination, which made her unsuitable for the position of Pavilion Master, Zhang Wanzai would never have had the opportunity. Even so, Langya enjoyed unparalleled popularity within the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion, especially among the younger disciples.
Juling Yin's weapon was a Crescent Moon Pipa. With a flick of her fingers, Internal Energy burst forth. The sound waves coalesced into sonic blades that sliced through the void with terrifying momentum.
"Too slow!"
