Chapter 941

A white ribbon flew out from Qin Wuyue's sleeve, at the end of which was tied a golden ball. It was like a streak of white lightning, catching up to Zhu Yuyao in the blink of an eye.

Just as it was about to hit Zhu Yuyao's back, Zhu Yuyao turned around and struck the golden ball at the end of the ribbon.

Bang!

A muffled sound echoed, Zhu Yuyao cried out in pain, her palm bleeding profusely.

The golden ball flew backward, returning with the ribbon into Qin Wuyue's sleeve.

Meanwhile, Qin Wuyue darted towards Zhu Yuyao at an astonishing speed. A forgotten ancient sword appeared in her hand out of nowhere.

The sword shimmered, dreamlike and illusory. The crowd couldn't discern the speed of the sword in Qin Wuyue's hand, only feeling their hairs standing on end with a sense of fear like standing on the doorstep of death.

"Spare me, Elder Qin!"

Zhu Yuyao screamed out.

Qin Wuyue halted, her sword point merely centimeters away from Zhu Yuyao's throat.