Since Mr. Chen had spoken, the Earthly Branches lineage no longer held anything back. The few whom Sui Lin had called "thugs" unhesitatingly unleashed their own fierce killing techniques.
The Earthly Branches lineage shifted formations again. While still accounting for defense, the formation now placed its emphasis on offensive Magical Powers. The abundant Spiritual Energy in every person's dojo boiled like water. War, after all, devoured money.
Yuan Huajing once again presented one of his Natal Flying Swords, "Firefall," creating a great river of rolling lava in the air. It arced upward and surged straight toward the Ghostly Creature.
Yu Yu's hearts and minds were linked with the ancient Sword Immortal heroic spirit. The diminutive "young man" Yin God thrust out a sword, as though scattering a sparse yet inescapable ghost-catching Law Net into the high sky.
Gou Cun abruptly revealed his true form, squatting atop the mountain peak. What a manifestation of heaven and earth. With one exhalation, a gleaming, spinning refined Golden Core flew forth, manifesting into a blazing sun that swept toward the high-hanging female ghost.
Gai Yan sat kneeling within that fragrant, alluring Romantic Tent. Raising her head to look at those magnificent sights, she thought that, no matter what, they were still very beautiful.
Opportunities to spar and fight with a Fourteen Realm Cultivator were rare. What was there to fear in taking a little injury? Han Zhoujin's Dao mountain alone looked like utter ruins, bleak beyond measure. Why had she still not repaired it after reclaiming it? The reason was simple. Every whip strike the enraged Xie had used earlier in an attempt to level the mountain and smash the temple had carved a ravine into the Dao mountain, and every ravine was a Daoist imprint containing boundless true meaning! Was that not worth