When Yan Zheng saw this, joy reached his brows, and he was just about to use another divine ability to annihilate Chen Yueying.
The sea churned violently. A Water-Wave Tornado a thousand zhang in diameter shot into the sky like a blue spear, charging straight at Yan Zheng with the momentum to pierce him through.
At the same time, the void above Yan Zheng's head rippled. A hazy blue giant hand appeared from thin air, while a miniature Qilin continuously roamed across its surface like a living creature.
"True Spirit Secret Art!"
Yan Zheng's expression changed dramatically.
In his impression, only cultivators who had inherited a True Spirit Bloodline could use part of a True Spirit's divine abilities.
He had never fought anyone from a True Spirit Aristocratic Family. Seeing the miniature Qilin, he assumed that someone from such a family had made a move.
What puzzled him was that the entire Mystic Sun World had only one True Spirit Aristocratic Family—the Ye Family. The Ye Family had inherited the bloodline of the Nine-Headed Ice Lion, not the Qilin.
He had no time to think further. Crimson Flame surged from both his hands as he slapped upward, while he lightly tapped the void with his right foot. A vast expanse of Crimson Flame swept out and rushed to meet them.
The Crimson Flame collided with the Water-Wave Tornado, which instantly vaporized. A mass of white mist surged wildly outward.
His hands collided with the Qilin Immortal Extinction Hand. He grunted, his face contorting as intense pain shot through his wrists.
Countless blue water vapors surged into existence, then suddenly condensed into Wang Changsheng's form. A massive humanoid phantom appeared above his head, descended abruptly, and merged with him.
"Great Ascension Cultivator, Grand Vast True Person!"
Yan Zheng's expression changed dramatically.