Nascent Soul Battle

True Monarch Tian Jing looked at Master Liao Zhi, his expression slightly cold.

"When I first made my name, you were merely a young novice monk of Immeasurable Mountain. Such rudeness has gone a little too far."

The other four had already grown impatient. One of them said discontentedly,

"Why waste so many words on someone who refuses to see reason, Tian Jing? Anyone who dares sabotage our master's plans has only one road ahead—death!"

"Attack together. Aside from the one used to suppress luck, kill the other two!"

The six Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators struck at once, their might terrifying.

These six were especially outstanding even among Nascent Soul Cultivators. In an instant, the winds and clouds changed color, and mountains crumbled.

Xu Chunniang, Su Chen, and Master Liao Zhi were likewise battle-hardened veterans.

Facing the six men's ferocious assault, the three dared not be careless and each moved to meet them.

Fairy Xuan Ji and a cultivator resembling a frail scholar attacked Xu Chunniang.

This frail scholar's sleeves hung empty. He looked as though a gust of wind could blow him away, yet he was a Body Cultivator.

He leaped beside Xu Chunniang and suddenly sent a palm strike at her, the sound of air tearing apart following in its wake.

Xu Chunniang's gaze turned sharp. She retreated slightly to evade the palm, then reached out to seize his arm and twisted it backhandedly!

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out. Under the frail scholar's shocked gaze, his right wrist was snapped clean through!

The frail scholar made a swift decision, abandoning his right wrist to pull away. He glared viciously at Xu Chunniang and let out an angry roar.

"Die!"

As his words fell, a vertical eye abruptly grew in the middle of his forehead.

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