Peacock clasped her hands before her chest, her ten fingers opening layer by layer, looking just like a lotus rising from the water. Though it was only a small half of the divided qi swords, they still numbered a full two thousand. If it had been any Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator in his place, nine times out of ten they would not have been able to block them.
Yet Ghost Emperor Haotian's divine abilities were truly extraordinary. The sinister wind and Ghost Mist pouring from his body seemed endless; the tentacles were destroyed by the qi swords, but with the Ghost Mist supporting them, they very quickly formed again...
The Palace-Robed Cultivator let out a breath of relief, a somewhat venomous smile appearing on her face. Seizing this chance, she hurriedly opened her sandalwood-like mouth and spat out a line of emerald-green fire.
This was Infant Fire she had painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years; its power was naturally far from ordinary. The restrictive talismans on the jade box were instantly reduced to ash.
Then she flicked her finger, and the lid of the box was gently opened.
A round bead the size of a fist was revealed.
It was translucent, looking unexpectedly like amber, yet an astonishingly vicious Baleful Intent was released from within.
Inside that round bead, a monster in the shape of a soul could be seen swimming ceaselessly, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, as if it wanted to break through the restriction...
The Palace-Robed Cultivator spat a thread of sharp light from her mouth. It circled her wrist once, and bright-red blood immediately began dripping down.
All that blood seeped into the amber-like sphere and was swiftly absorbed.
The woman's expression was extremely solemn. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she uttered a