"A battle between remnant souls. Interesting."
Jiang Sheng savored what Xuanche Immortal Monarch had just said and found it strangely fascinating.
Xuanche Immortal Monarch was right. The clash between Zhou Huo and Wang Cunyang could indeed be seen as a battle between the remnant souls they carried.
Having a remnant soul or an artifact spirit within oneself was no crooked path, nor was it something intolerable.
To an orthodox Xuanmen sect like Penglai, if a remnant soul took an interest in you or an artifact spirit was willing to help you, it meant your fortune was strong and your opportunities extraordinary. That was an ability in its own right. As long as you did not rely on remnant souls and artifact spirits for everything, there was no problem.
"Martial Uncle Xuanche, since you called it a contest between remnant souls, let's see which of them has the better tricks."
On the battlefield, Changyang, the spirit-treasure sword in Wang Cunyang's hand, blazed with brilliant light. It drew in yang flames and burst with divine radiance. Fire streamed around its blade, as though a dragon of flame coiled there.
As Wang Cunyang awakened the spirit treasure, its unleashed power drove his aura higher and higher. The vast might of its yang fire scattered the thunder across heaven and earth and swept away the spirit flames in every direction. Both the Azure Yang Spirit Flame technique Zhou Huo had unleashed and the crackling azure lightning he had summoned with a talisman vanished beneath that fire.
It was a spirit treasure, after all. Its might naturally surpassed the Thunderfire Without Delusion that Zhou Huo had forced himself to use.
In principle, once an orthodox Xuanmen art like Thunderfire Without Delusion was unleashed, especially with lightning commanding fire, the flames Wang Cunyang wielded should