A Nascent Soul self-explosion is not to be underestimated.
At this mont, Ze Sheng Ancestor's Nascent Soul self-exploded, releasing all the Spiritual Energy he had absorbed over the past five thousand years. The spiritual pressure generated by the explosion was no less potent than the full-force attack of a Nascent Soul Grand Cultivator. This was why White Old Ghost, Lady Zi, and Daoist Jiang Yue—the three Nascent Soul Daoist Lords—had only wanted to avoid confrontation when provoked by the Imasurable Sect. It was simple: this trump card, Nascent Soul self-explosion, was extrely difficult to counter.
In an instant, overwhelming Spiritual Power was completely unleashed into the Nine Heavens.
Xu Xing, Yan Luanqing, and Daoist Jiang Yue were still a considerable distance from the epicenter of Ze Sheng Ancestor's self-explosion, yet they could feel the enormous pressure, like colliding cannonballs, emanating from that direction. All three were simultaneously inflicted with minor injuries.
"Senior Brother..." Daoist Jiang Yue murmured, her lips pressed tightly together, a worried expression clouding her face as she witnessed the scene. She herself was slightly injured despite being only at the periphery of the blast radius; one could only imagine the state of White Old Ghost, who was at its very center.
If the situation becos critical... she thought, releasing her Divine Sense. She kept a close watch on Xu Xing and Yan Luanqing's movents while simultaneously searching for an escape route. Now that Lady Zi was dead, only she and White Old Ghost remained, barely holding on. If White Old Ghost were to be seriously injured, their chances of winning this battle would plumt.
A powerful gust from the explosion rushed towards them. The three raised their protective barriers, blocking the wind as their gazes fixed on the epicenter of Ze Sheng Ancestor's Nascent Soul self-explosion. There, they saw highly compressed spiritual liquid rapidly ignite within the blast radius, transforming into a scorching, pale blue spiritual fla that incinerated everything in its vicinity.
"Nascent Fire..." Daoist Jiang Yue exclaid in horror. She hadn't expected Ze Sheng Ancestor's self-explosion to unleash the Nascent Fire, a fla that could only be cultivated by Nascent Soul Grand Cultivators.
Nascent Fire is the purest form of Magic Power manifested as fire. Although its grade was far beneath legendary Divine Fires like the Sun True Fire or the Netherfla Fire, its destructive power was only marginally inferior. The spiritual pressure from the self-explosion and the encroaching flas of the Nascent Fire made Daoist Jiang Yue increasingly anxious for White Old Ghost's safety.
That old fiend, resorting to such a vicious move right before death! If I hadn't already mastered the art of substitution... Otherwise, I would have been successfully ambushed this ti,
Amidst the pale blue Nascent Fire, a pitch-black, ghostly face suddenly materialized, speaking in human tongue. Hearing its voice, the three observers imdiately identified it as the White Old Ghost from monts before. At this mont, however, White Old Ghost was in a bizarre state, resembling neither human nor spirit.
"Senior Sister..." Xu Xing and Yan Luanqing, who had been waiting nearby, exchanged a glance and retreated slightly, appearing as if they intended to withdraw.
"Trying to escape?" White Old Ghost sneered, the pitch-black ghostly face suddenly shooting out from the area enveloped by the pale blue Nascent Fire. "Daoist friends Chang and Yan, why don't you both stay..."
The words had barely left its mouth when the ghostly face caught up to the fleeing Xu Xing and Yan Luanqing, its cavernous, blood-red maw gaping open. The ghostly visage resembled a mask, yet the depths of its open mouth appeared like a bottomless, sanguine abyss.
However—to White Old Ghost's surprise, as he neared Xu Xing and Yan Luanqing, the duo who had just been attempting to flee suddenly stopped, turning to face him with smiles. It was as if he were the fish willingly swimming into the net.
Were they intentionally luring ? White Old Ghost hesitated. Now that old Ze Sheng has self-detonated and died, Yan Luanqing and Chang Kun are rely mbers of the Younger Generation. Besides, they just expended a vast amount of Magic Power to use that black fire...
He paused for a few monts, pondering. The thought of his deceased wife, Lady Zi, who had been defeated and killed, then flashed through his mind. With this thought, the ghostly face flickered and resud its pursuit.
"Sun True Fire," Xu Xing declared. Having turned as if to flee, he now stopped, waved his sleeve robe, and shook out several clusters of golden flas. These golden flas didn't appear as potent as the pale blue Nascent Fire raging nearby, yet they possessed a mysterious quality.
Xu Xing directed the Sun True Fire with his Divine Sense towards the pursuing White Old Ghost. Simultaneously, he ford hand seals, struck his own chest, and spat out a mouthful of Fresh Blood. Nourished by the Essence Blood, the Sun True Fire flared dramatically. The few clusters of golden flas surged in speed, coalescing into a miniature array technique that ensnared White Old Ghost.
White Old Ghost, consud by his thirst for revenge and already heavily injured from the close pursuit of Xu Xing, had no ti to react before falling into Xu Xing's fla array technique.
"Senior Brother Ze Sheng's Nascent Fire couldn't deal with you. How about my Sun True Fire...?" Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Xu Xing gave a cold smile and said indifferently.
This ti, he, Ze Sheng Ancestor, and Yan Luanqing had not been unprepared to face the three Daoist Lords of Silver Ring Zhai. Although they hadn't borrowed any sect-guarding Taoist Treasures from the Extre Heart Sect or Phantom Valley like Lady Zi and Daoist Jiang Yue had, they were not far behind in their own preparations.
The Sun True Fire array technique currently trapping White Old Ghost was called the Red Fla Spirit Array. It was a type of spiritual fla array technique, its array cores directly embedded within the spiritual flas used for its formation.
"Sun True Fire?" White Old Ghost's voice was filled with horror upon hearing this. His ghostly form was extrely vulnerable to the suprely yang Sun True Fire. "Youngster, don't try to disrupt my Dao Heart! Sun True Fire is not sothing a Nascent Soul Cultivator like you can control..."
White Old Ghost quickly composed himself, muttered a few incantations, and conjured a short black blade, slashing it towards the Red Fla Spirit Array before him.
The mont the black short blade touched the golden flas forming the array, it instantly lost all spiritual properties, devolving into common iron that lted into a puddle of liquid tal.
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