Whew~
The independent courtyard is here!
With a gust of wind, Fang Zhixing entered the courtyard from the back door and looked around.
The gatekeeper is not here.
A circular tombstone has appeared in the courtyard, piled with rocks, and surrounded by a ring of fire.
"Ah! You’re back!"
The willow tree ran over, its beautiful branches swaying gracefully.
Fang Zhixing asked, "Where’s the gatekeeper?"
The willow tree replied, "After you left, another group of people rushed in. The gatekeeper killed so of them, but in the end, four experts buried the gatekeeper with rocks."
Fang Zhixing understood in his heart and asked, "Those four haven’t co back, right?"
The willow tree answered, "No, they’ve gone to the desert too."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but smile.
Indeed!
In terms of speed, Fang Zhixing had the advantage.
Pang Zhouji and Chou Xiechang were left behind.
They couldn’t get ahead of Fang Zhixing.
Thus, the outco was decided, and they were dood!
Fang Zhixing imdiately ordered, "When they co back, just tell them we’ve already left, okay?"
The willow tree obediently agreed.
"Let’s go!"
Fang Zhixing and Hua Manshuang quickly left.
Half a day later, Pang Zhouji and Chou Xiechang arrived at the independent courtyard.
They quickly learned Fang Zhixing had left the palace first.
"So fast?!"
Pang Zhouji was shocked; he was very sure he was stronger than Fang Zhixing and could easily kill him if he caught up.
But unexpectedly, despite his efforts, he couldn’t catch up.
"Damn it, that guy has wings..."
Pang Zhouji’s heart surged with anxiety as he realized he might never have the chance to kill Fang Zhixing.
Thinking about the boundless potential of the Thousand-Autumn Bell, it would one day surpass all the Mountain Spirit Bells and Fla Bells in the world.
Pang Zhouji had a hunch he would et Fang Zhixing again, and his life and death would be entirely at his rcy.
"Trouble..."
Pang Zhouji felt a sense of foreboding.
Seeing this, Chou Xiechang was indifferent and sneered, "What’s there to fear? Even if one day that guy surpasses us, as long as he’s not a Daluo Golden Immortal, he can’t act recklessly and can’t do anything to us."
Pang Zhouji took a deep breath and pondered, "Yeah, thinking about it, my Yellow Bell Sect is just a moderate power and disunited, but hasn’t been swallowed by other forces because no matter how strong a Golden Immortal is, they’re suppressed by the Heavenly Tribulation."
As he spoke, he felt more assured.
Chou Xiechang asked, "What should we do next? Leaving Yingfei Palace like this, we’ve gained nothing and lost a batch of followers, such a loss."
Pang Zhouji’s face twitched, hesitated for a mont, and sighed, "This Immortal Palace is too dangerous, we don’t have the ability to take it."
The two walked out, following the path they ca, leaving the Immortal Palace in calm.
Whoosh!
They flashed out from the vortex’s center and appeared in the void.
"Eh, an array?!"
Pang Zhouji looked around, his face changed imdiately.
The two were trapped in a large array’s enclosure.
Chou Xiechang blinked and said, "Why does it feel like a Spirit Suppressing Array, very effective for suppressing the Divine Soul?"
The mont he finished, a figure calmly walked over—who else but Fang Zhixing.
Pang Zhouji said coldly, "You actually dare to show up?"
Fang Zhixing’s lips curled into a sneer, he said nothing, and a mighty rit Power surged from within him, condensing into a crimson domain that expanded suddenly.
"Step by Step Blood Prison!"
In an instant, the crimson domain filled the entire Spirit Suppressing Array, enveloping the masters of Mountain and Fire.
"Seventh Grade..."
Pang Zhouji’s heart tightened, and eerie crimson currents appeared around him, lifting waves that incessantly impacted his rit Golden Body.
Each wave of impact took away his vitality, his blood rapidly decreased, his body temperature fell quickly, and his spirit gradually failed!
Undoubtedly, this was a highly lethal Seventh Grade Burst Skill!
This place had already turned into Blood Pool Hell!
"You, how dare you?"
Pang Zhouji panicked, extrely anxious!
Releasing the aura at a Golden Immortal level here would surely summon Heavenly Tribulation, akin to courting death.
Fang Zhixing was too crazy!
With Perfection Eighth Grade cultivation, challenging Pang Zhouji at Mid Stage Seventh Grade—utter madness.
"Do you want to perish with ?" Pang Zhouji’s eyes widened, shouting in agitation.
"Help, help !"
While Pang Zhouji was heartburning with anxiety, Chou Xiechang was not faring well.
His legs slowly sank into Blood Pool Hell, and his leg’s flesh was dissolving visibly.
In a mont, both feet had turned into bones.
Chou Xiechang was in agony, banged toward the outside, trying to escape the array.
Dong~
Suddenly, a grand sound spread, sweeping through all directions.
This Blood Pool Hell instantly solidified!
Chou Xiechang couldn’t move, watching helplessly as the flesh on his body dissolved bit by bit, the imnse pain indescribable, making him live and die.
Pang Zhouji’s pupils constricted, seeing Fang Zhixing take out the Thousand-Autumn Bell, and a single strike unleashed the vast Eighth Grade power.
At this mont, he too was bound in place, enduring the hellish invasion of Blood Pool Hell, and with ti, his flesh would dissolve as well.
"Binding space, huh, Eighth Grade only, can only temporarily restrain ."
Pang Zhouji wouldn’t relent, mobilizing Seventh Grade rit Immortal Power, slowly breaking free of spatial restraint.
Then, he didn’t care for Chou Xiechang’s welfare, also rushing toward the outside to escape.
"I knew you would choose to flee rather than engage in a death battle with !"
Fang Zhixing laughed coldly.
Pang Zhouji eventually conceded, fearing the Heavenly Tribulation and unwilling to risk his life.
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