"Enough. Stop wasting words on him."
After the middle-aged cultivator had laughed enough, his face suddenly darkened. Raising a hand, he produced a bell-shaped Magic Tool.
He made his move with extreme suddenness, while his two companions coordinated flawlessly, firing several talismans at Wang Chen in unison.
Sluggishness, binding, aerial restriction...
The three clearly often engaged in such business. They did not let down their guard simply because Wang Chen was alone; the moment they attacked, they went all out, bringing out their respective trump cards.
The Magic Tool the middle-aged cultivator had produced swelled against the wind, flashing above Wang Chen's head in an instant and transforming into a massive bronze bell that came crashing down.
At the same time, the four talismans hurled at Wang Chen burst one after another into clusters of Spiritual Light, swallowing him whole in the blink of an eye!
Yet what the three Purple Mansion cultivators never could have expected was that the Spiritual Light released by these spirit talismans silently vanished the instant it neared Wang Chen, producing no effect whatsoever.
It was as though they had merely set off a few fireworks for him!
Meanwhile, the great bell above Wang Chen's head seemed to have fallen into an invisible net. No matter how it struggled, it could not enshroud him.
The bell trembled violently, releasing a strained, overloaded hum.
Pfft!
The middle-aged cultivator controlling the bronze bell could not help but spit out a mouthful of bright-red blood, his face filled with terror.
To his shock, Wang Chen's aura was rapidly rising. It shot from the Purple Mansion realm straight into the Golden Core realm, then advanced without pause into the Nascent Soul realm, with no sign of stopping.
Nascent Soul True Immortal!
Only then did the three Purple Mansion cultivators