Funeral Bell, Beast Taming Sect Holy Son

The clash of three Nascent Soul-level powerhouses was so vast it could only be called earth-shattering. Law-based divine abilities emerged one after another, and every exchange tested the limits of what the space barrier could withstand.

Relying on his three-hundred-zhang Nascent Soul Dharma Image, Yi Tianzheng was only at a slight disadvantage even while fighting one against two.

Wind and frost, ice storms, rushing thunder and lightning—countless celestial phenomena unfolded from his hands in succession. The surrounding space could no longer bear the strain and repeatedly collapsed.

Although Yi Tianzheng's strength had surpassed their expectations, Kongsang Lifeng had never come on this trip to kill him. That was nothing more than an unrealistic fantasy.

No matter what methods they had used, anyone capable of breaking through into the Nascent Soul realm was no easy opponent. They had life-saving trump cards in endless supply. Unless one possessed power that crushed them in every respect, killing a Nascent Soul cultivator was nothing but a wild dream.

Especially a Nascent Soul True Lord like Yi Tianzheng, who came from an ancient sect—he had countless trump cards on him. Protecting himself against the two of them was more than enough.

"If this is all the two of you can do, then This Seat will not keep you company any longer." Yi Tianzheng stood atop the broad shoulder of his Nascent Soul Dharma Image and spoke calmly.

Hearing this, Kongsang Lifeng gave Shenyun a look. Shenyun understood at once and sacrificed thirty-six Mirage Pearls in one go.

The Mirage Pearls whirled through the air at tremendous speed, transforming into a pure white ring of light that merged into the surrounding space. Not only did it seal off the void within a thousand li, cutting off Yi Tianzheng's chance to tear through space and flee, but