Fist-Killing Blissful Divine Marquis, Hidden Worries Within

Yet even as he evaded.

The force of Wei Tu's punch did not diminish in the slightest.

At the instant Pei Hong's sneak attack failed, Wei Tu's right fist had already driven into Blissful Divine Marquis's abdomen like a cannonball, piercing through from his dantian and tearing apart his dharma body.

Unfortunately, because Pei Hong's rescue had come just a fraction too soon, Blissful Divine Marquis's Nascent Soul narrowly escaped the grasp of Wei Tu's right hand. At the cost of losing its left arm, it fled using Blood Escape.

"I escaped!" Blissful Divine Marquis sighed in relief, his face revealing the joy of surviving a calamity.

Had he not carried Senior Pei's true body with him this time, if he had truly faced Wei Tu alone, then even without the mistake of having his split soul seized, he likely would have found it difficult to escape Wei Tu's grasp.

There was no other reason. Cultivators who dual-cultivated body and dharma had virtually no weaknesses; against cultivators of the same realm, they generally crushed them outright.

What was more, Wei Tu had been playing the pig to eat the tiger.

Yet just as the relief on his face had not lingered long, a ghostly glimmer suddenly whistled in from behind his head and plunged into his Nascent Soul body.

At once, unbearable agony erupted from his soul. Beneath that ghostly light, his soul was continuously extinguished and dissolved. In merely a few moments, more than half of it had been destroyed.

Only then did he see the true form of that ghostly light—a jet-black iron nail wrapped in profound Dao patterns.

"A fifth-tier soul-path spiritual treasure?"

Blissful Divine Marquis was utterly shocked. He could not imagine where Wei Tu had acquired such a soul-path treasure. Its value far exceeded even