The black mist on Xunyang's Clone's hand instantly morphed into a claw, shooting towards Li Yanyan's neck in the blink of an eye.
Li Yanyan was so scared that her calves trembled uncontrollably. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground. Fortunately, she couldn't speak at that moment; otherwise, she would probably be wailing for mercy.
Seeing Li Yanyan's reaction, the onlookers couldn't help but glance at Xiaosuisui a few more times.
The National Master sighed inwardly. What a pity, I clearly chose the wrong Disciple due to my own lack of skill.
Sighs and regrets aside, there was no saving his young Disciple's life now. Just as Xunyang's Clone's tendril was about to touch Li Yanyan's neck, another silver thread shot out from the National Master's hand, and simultaneously, a yellow Talisman appeared.
The Talisman spontaneously burst into flames, flying straight for the face of Xunyang's Clone!
Xunyang's Clone sensed the danger and quickly retracted its hand to defend itself.
