As the voice sounded, the figure of light raised its hand, and a sword shadow formed in its palm.
Ning Fengzhi and Ming Yi were struggling, their pressure almost catching up to Lin Xiao!
This was definitely the suppression of the Ming Xin Realm!
Furthermore, they felt no life force from this person.
This was not a true being, but more like a sword shadow's imprint!
Formed from sword intent, it was the ultimate skill of a swordsman, only achievable by legendary Sword Saints and Sword Gods.
Could this person be from the Misty Immortal Palace?
Ming Yi slowly took out his mask and put it on.
The crimson eyes on the mask flickered, and a faint red light enveloped him and Ning Fengzhi, immediately reducing the pressure on them.
Ming Yi, with all his might, pulled Ning Fengzhi, and the two of them, carrying the original copies of the San Ji Liu Shu, fled the ancestral hall in a clumsy rush!
It was at this moment that the sword in the person's hand descended.
Boom!
A single strike, and the ancestral hall was defenseless, instantly cut in half, bisected from the roof beams.
"What was that noise?"
This commotion naturally alerted those at home, as well as... the Ning family's old ancestor who was in seclusion.
He was Ning Fengzhi's grandfather and Ming Yi's great-grandfather.
A skeletal old man appeared beside them out of thin air, then frowned, looking at the figure in the ancestral hall. Countless lines and ravines appeared on his already wrinkled face. He reached out, pulled the two behind him, and then stared at the figure: "Misty Immortal Palace... you've overstepped your bounds."
Misty Immortal Palace?!
Ming Yi looked on in disbelief. This figure was indeed from the Misty Immortal Palace!
"Ning Yu, by the agreement back then, your Ning family descendants are forever forbidden from cultivating those harmful arts within your San Ji Liu Shu. We have set up a formation within your San Ji Liu Shu, and should anyone attempt to cultivate it, I would appear. Now, someone has broken the agreement, and I am acting according to the terms. Do you have anything else to say?"
The figure of light seemed unstable, its glow flickering. Clearly, after saying this, the person became somewhat impatient, wanting to act immediately.
"If your true form were here, this old man might be somewhat wary. But you are not only a mere sword shadow imprint, you have even cut through my Ning family's ancestral hall with a single strike. Do you expect me to speak to you politely?!"
As the Ning family's old ancestor spoke, he extended a hand.
Instantly, winds and clouds surged. Without any further action from the ancestor, it seemed an invisible giant hand enveloped the ball of light.
The next second, the ancestor clenched his fist, and the figure of light vanished.
As it disappeared, the figure of light said fiercely, "Ning Yu! You will regret this!"
When everything was over, the old ancestor turned to face Ming Yi and Ning Fengzhi.
"Are you the current Ming Yi?" The ancestor stared at Ming Yi for a few seconds.
"Yes, Great-Grandfather."
Ming Yi quickly called out, then presented the San Ji Liu Shu in his hands.
"This is the original manual of my Ning family's inherited secret techniques. Why were you examining it?" Ning Yu stared at Ming Yi, seeing a figure in this child.
So similar, so very similar...
"I want to know about what happened to the Ning family back then."