After the Silver Hook left her hand, it also swelled wildly in an instant. Yet with a soft clang, the moment it met that crescent moon, it snapped in two from the middle and fell to the ground.
The Palace-Robed Cultivator's face turned deathly pale at once. She pressed a hand to her chest, her dark brows tightly knitted, her expression filled with extreme pain.
This was her life-bound treasure. Many rare materials had been used when refining it, yet it had been destroyed so easily.
In utter shock, she tried to dodge. However, without the slightest warning, a pain stabbed through her mind, as if someone had smashed her skull with a great hammer. She could not help letting out a groan of agony, and with that brief delay, the crescent moon had already cleaved close. Treating her Body-Protecting Spirit Light as if it were nothing, it brutally split her in two from between the brows down to the lower abdomen.
Blood filled the sky. The sight was too horrible to endure.
Only an inch-tall infant fled out from the top of her head. Amid its fear, there was still a faint trace of bewilderment, as if it still could not accept that its body had been destroyed so easily.
And with that brief delay, a black shadow flashed. Taowu's tail had actually stretched bizarrely to a hundred zhang around, arriving before her.
The Nascent Soul was horrified, and only then did it wake in terror. Spiritual light hurriedly flickered all over it as it tried to use a teleportation divine ability. Yet it was useless. Its figure blurred for a moment, but it actually did not escape from its original spot.
Teleportation had lost its effect.
How was that possible?
The Nascent Soul was frightened until its soul