Faced with Mo Zi's relentless advance.
Ling Xuanxiao quickly lost control of his natal flying sword. He had only just recovered from a serious illness.
His body had not yet recovered.
With Mo Zi's speed, he would not be given much time to think.
Di Nüfeng seemed to sense the changes outside and frowned slightly.
She seemed about to awaken.
But the moment she moved, Ling Xuanxiao pressed a hand onto her shoulder.
Feeling Ling Xuanxiao's strength.
Di Nüfeng's brows gradually relaxed.
Ling Xuanxiao spread open his palm, as though an invisible force were drawing something forth.
A faint light bloomed from his palm, and an ancient-looking, pitch-black vessel appeared in his hand.
It resembled a shrunken gourd, its mouth covered in mysterious runes that gave off an ancient and enigmatic aura.
The Ancient Snake God's venom writhed within it as though it were alive.
It constantly churned and roiled inside the vessel, as if trying to break free and burst forth.
Mo Zi flashed over once again.
In an instant, Ling Xuanxiao formed several defensive barriers of mechanisms before himself.
Yet those barriers only stopped Mo Zi for an instant.
Mo Zi sharply swept his sleeve. Several dharma chains glittering with the power of lightning shot out like bolts of lightning, sweeping straight toward Ling Xuanxiao.
The dharma chains streaked rapidly through the air, crackling nonstop.
Ling Xuanxiao took a deep breath, then suddenly exhaled a mouthful of blazing True Fire.
Like an erupting volcano, the True Fire instantly enveloped the area around his body.
"Good boy!"
A trace of appreciation for talent unexpectedly rose in Mo Zi's heart.
If this man could enter under my tutelage...
But appreciation was appreciation—Mo Zi's attacks were not the least bit merciful.
The bones in Ling Xuanxiao's left arm let out a