The white-robed cultivator in particular looked deathly pale, yet a flash of resolve crossed his eyes. He clenched both hands, and a strange sword incantation surfaced from his fingertips.
At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of blood mist.
That blood contained his Life Essence.
The situation was critical. The white-robed cultivator held nothing back anymore; he was ready to stake his life.
His Life-Bound Dharma Treasure had already been twisting and shifting about, its movements full of profound subtlety. Now, its spiritual light blazed even brighter. A sound like a dragon's roar entered the ear, and from the sword's body, a sheet of black mist came surging out.
As the mist drew in, a flood dragon more than ten zhang long appeared before their eyes.
Artifact Spirit!
"That precious sword of yours actually uses a flood dragon-type demon beast as its Artifact Spirit?"
The cultivator dressed like a wealthy squire was shocked out of his wits. In a fluster, he tried to control his treasure and dodge, but it was already too late.
The flood dragon's two sharp claws closed together, actually pinning his coin-shaped dharma treasure in midair.
Then black light flashed. That Immortal Sword chopped down viciously, and with the power of the Artifact Spirit, it actually cleaved the copper-coin treasure in two.
"Pfft..."
The squire-dressed cultivator sprayed out a mouthful of fresh blood. With his Life-Bound treasure destroyed and his mind and spirit dragged along by the backlash, no matter who it was, they would not fare well.
And the white-robed cultivator pressed his advantage without mercy. A divine sense command went out, and at once the flood dragon swung its head and flew toward the injured squire.
"How dare you!"
A fierce shout entered their ears. Old Monster Wu