Nascent Souls With Their Own Agendas

Zhao Yuanji's figure moved like lightning, lunging straight for the Spirit Transformation Fruit Tree.

In his eyes, there was only that Crimson Gold fruit; he turned a blind eye to the Golden Dragon Fish and the six children on either side.

True Lord Shouyuan's face darkened.

With a great enemy before them, these Rogue Cultivators actually dared snatch the Spirit Transformation Fruit right in front of him?

He raised his hand, and a stream of white cold air condensed into a blade, slashing straight toward Zhao Yuanji's Back Heart.

At the same time, he shouted sternly, "With a great enemy before us, how can you seize it for yourself? Fellow Daoists, join hands first and eliminate these beasts!"

Zhao Yuanji was charging forward with all his strength when he suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill behind him. He looked back and saw a white ice blade already Before Eyes.

His face changed drastically. He desperately urged his Body Protection Spiritual Light while at the same time sacrificing a small shield to block behind him.

Boom—!

The ice blade struck the small shield, and the shield's surface shattered in an instant.

Zhao Yuanji was blasted flying, fresh blood spraying wildly from his mouth. He crashed heavily into the Spirit Field, smashing out a Shallow Pit.

He struggled to crawl up, only to discover that his meridians were racked with Sharp Pain and his spiritual power was in chaos. For a moment, he actually could not move.

True Lord Shouyuan did not even glance at him.

His figure turned, and with a wave of the Cold Jade Ruler, a stream of white cold air transformed into a formless great hand, reaching straight for the Spirit Transformation Fruit on the ground.

The cold air great hand was astonishingly fast. In the Blink of an