The Oriole

The skinny man had long found the posturing Wang Qianxing deeply unpleasant.

Now that he had the chance to make a move, he naturally unleashed his sword without restraint.

The sword light within the box split into hundreds and thousands of streaks, while the flying sword artifact itself vanished completely amid the chilling sword light. It was impossible to tell which was real and which was fake.

Wang Qianxing remained unflustered in the face of danger. He opened his mouth and exhaled a streak of golden light, transforming the golden melon into a shield of light that blocked the rain of swords for him.

With a turn of his storage ring, a treasure engraved with golden patterns appeared in his hand.

Boom!

The sound of metal and stone colliding rang out.

A violent explosion followed.

Upon closer inspection, the skinny man's head was already gone. Only a headless corpse remained standing where it had been, the sword seal in its hand still formed, yet no trace of life remained.

A glimmer of light flew out from the skinny man's body.

It was none other than the skinny man's Yin Spirit.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Having gained the upper hand, Wang Qianxing brought out another artifact shaped like a net bag.

The artifact spread open in midair and covered the skinny man's Yin Spirit, which clutched his golden core, like a fishing net. The net bag instantly transformed into a crystalline cage. No matter how the skinny man rammed against it, he could not break free.

"Not good!" Mu Qing, who looked like a Daoist priest, shouted grimly.

What Wang Qianxing had thrown was clearly an extraordinarily powerful talisman artifact. It had not only torn through the skinny man's protective aura but blasted his head apart as well. Although