"How is this possible? Those are soul veins—and three of them? No, even three great soul veins shouldn't possess such power..." Huan Leyan's pupils trembled at the sight.
Yet her mental fortitude was exceptional. She did not lose her composure so quickly.
The next instant, she continued playing her bamboo flute.
ROAR!!!
Behind her, the Crimson Glass Fox Shadow let out a roar, pink ripples shaking countless starfields!
Moonlit Night Trailing Moon Melody!
This was an extraordinarily special soul attack battle art, perfectly suited to phantom gods!
Combined with the Crimson Cloud Dream Flute in her hand, this battle art could unleash a terrifying offensive that most fourth-stage Saint Emperors could not withstand!
Against this kind of special attack, unless one encountered a cultivator with an incomparably powerful soul, even Jiang Wuqi might very well suffer defeat.
Unfortunately, Li Tianming happened to possess an incomparably powerful soul!
Moreover, three Little Sixes guarded the star organ in his brain!
"White Ling, White Night, White Wind, I'll unleash sword arts. You handle her soul," Li Tianming said with a slight curl of his lips.
"I'll do it!" White Night shrieked.
"Playing soul attacks? I'm your fucking ancestor!" White Ling sneered.
"You little trash, let me do it!" Though White Wind was missing one little infant soul, its abilities were no less formidable.
BOOM! BOOM!!
Cloud Dream Chaos Realm!
Heart-Devouring Sword Realm!
The three soul-vein manifestations and three soul realms simultaneously unleashed dense, overwhelming waves of divine attacks.
Huan Leyan looked up at the soul-sword rain and illusory bubbles filling the sky, nearly engulfed by a sense of helplessness.
"What kind of race is this?!"
"Why does he have more soul techniques than me—and stronger ones too?"
"Could it be that the Li Heavenly Emperor Sect is some hidden grand sect..."
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