"Sir, please show some respect for the Wind Thunder Pavilion..." Before the West Pavilion Master could finish speaking, he saw Xiao Shuang extend a hand toward him, and alarm bells immediately rang in his heart.
The cold air before him instantly condensed into sharp ice spikes. Even if he pushed Three Thousand Lightning Movement to its limit, he would not be able to evade their pursuit.
The other Dou Zong expert did not even have the chance to use Three Thousand Lightning Movement before ice spikes pierced through his body, and he collapsed to the ground with terror written all over his face.
"Three Thousand Lightning Illusory Body, appear!" the West Pavilion Master shouted. An invisible force seeped from his body and swiftly condensed into an identical clone.
"Qing'er, I'll hold him off. Use whatever means you have, as long as you can break the spatial seal here."
As soon as the West Pavilion Master finished speaking, he and his clone blocked Xiao Shuang's path. Then, with an angry roar, the clone sent a mass of transparent energy into the West Pavilion Master's body. Upon receiving it, the West Pavilion Master's face flushed red, his body suddenly grew taller, and his aura rose directly to the peak of the Nine-star Dou Zong level. Meanwhile, his clone's strength instantly withered. It had possessed the strength of a Seven-star Dou Zong moments ago, but now it was only around that of a Three-Star Dou Zong.
Even with a secret technique, I can't temporarily raise my strength to the Dou Zun level. The gap between a Dou Zong and a Dou Zun really is enormous. The West Pavilion Master laughed bitterly inwardly. The price of this secret technique was immense. If nothing unexpected happened, the Three Thousand Lightning Illusory Body he had cultivated