Meanwhile, just as Wei Tu swore his oath, new changes arose on the battlefield.
The Ancestor Phoenix Feather, offered forth by Madam Jade Luo's soul fragment, finally revealed its divine might at this moment.
Its immortal light blazed brilliantly. The seven-colored feather gradually turned transparent, each plume like glazed crystal—clear and lustrous, radiating an incomparably dazzling light.
Then, urged on by Madam Jade Luo's soul fragment, the Ancestor Phoenix Feather gave a slight tremble before shooting from her slender fingers like a dharma sword, aimed directly at the Confucian-Robed Corpse Spirit in the distance.
Rip! Rip!
With merely a flash of crystalline light, the nine-clawed little dragon summoned by the Confucian-Robed Corpse Spirit was pierced through in an instant and shattered into powder.
Even the nine floating purple suns dimmed beneath several flashes of the Ancestor Phoenix Feather and broke apart one after another.
Yet when the Confucian-Robed Corpse Spirit saw this, though his expression turned grave, he showed no fear whatsoever.
After narrowing his eyes slightly, he beckoned with one hand. Taking advantage of the Ancestor Phoenix Feather's destruction of his arrangements, he recalled the several dozen blood-red afterimages he had previously split off from his body and collected the jet-black talismans in their hands one by one.
However, because of this—
In but a few breaths, the Ancestor Phoenix Feather offered by Madam Jade Luo's soul fragment had turned its point directly toward the Confucian-Robed Corpse Spirit's true body.
"If your true body had come here, this emperor might have feared you somewhat. But you are merely a trifling soul fragment... and you still presume to bare your edge before me?"
The Confucian-Robed Corpse Spirit sneered.
He raised a hand and formed an incantation. Instantly, the withered dead infant growing atop his head suddenly opened its eyes wide