How had the battle at Kunlun turned out?
Such a thought flashed through Northern Bright King's mind. As he stood before the stone house window, gazing toward Kunlun with deep worry, within Kunlun's First Ring Island, the figure that could even let flying swords pass through its body without suffering any harm had vanished. He seemed to have disappeared into the shadows of the buildings, yet wave after wave of heart-pounding screams kept erupting from that vast cluster of structures.
Nangong Xiaoyan clenched his hands tightly into fists. What filled his eyes was a wildly surging tide of blood.
At the forefront of that surging blood tide stood an ordinary-looking red-robed cultivator. Yet no one could stop his advance. Countless streaks of sword light and spells struck his body, only to burst into firelight, as if his body were an entire block of refined gold. Every Kunlun disciple who stood in his way was almost instantly torn to pieces, blood fountains gushing forth.
"It's Young Master Water and Young Master Gold from Zhanzhou Marshland."
A chilling, frigid aura spread from Ming Shisan, who stood beside Nangong Xiaoyan. Watching the figure trailing a river of blood behind him, Ming Shisan said in a calm voice that made one's heart tremble, "Young Master Water cultivates the Wind God Flowing Body Art. Only fire-element spells and fire-element magical treasures can harm him. All other spells and magical treasures cannot injure him. Send those in the Sword Division who cultivate fire-element spells or possess fire-element magical treasures to hold him back first."
"Young Master Gold cultivates an art of Body Attainment of Sainthood. At this point, the power of spells can no longer pose much threat to him. Have the Sword Division disciples with sharp flying swords follow us. We'll kill him."
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