"Today, we settle all old scores. Are you two ready?"
Lin Xuan asked again, his gaze shifting in another direction.
There, Hong Ling was bathed in red radiance condensed from War Power. Her fiery red hair drifted softly, and her scarlet eyes trembled.
The Dao of War could use War Power to strengthen oneself, even bestowing buffs upon allies and greatly increasing their combat strength.
Yet at this moment, she was suppressed. She could not move, could not speak; even her thoughts had become sluggish.
Purplish-gold divine chains pierced through the air, instantly binding her before dragging her toward the Soul Concealing Canopy.
Hong Ling did not resist. She knew perfectly well that resistance was useless. This was suppression by absolute power, far beyond anything she could contend with.
"Senior Sister, forgive me!"
Lin Xuan murmured softly after Hong Ling entered the Soul Concealing Canopy. He then gave Zhao Yan an instruction, suppressed his countless thoughts, and looked once more toward Feng Changjian and Wu Qi.
By now, countless wondrous arts had evolved within the green lotus. Without the slightest delay, they all surged toward Feng Changjian and Wu Qi.
The two men's imperial weapons shone, liquefying and enveloping them both.
At the same time, special Dao rhythms erupted from their bodies, and terrifying phenomena appeared.
Feng Changjian stood within a black hole, Pure Yang sword light circling his entire body. The power pouring down upon him twisted and vanished continuously around him, seemingly empowering his sword light in the end and making it ever stronger.
"The Devouring Great Dao is truly extraordinary. Your defiance of fate, your transformation from a Pure Yang lifeform into a being of flesh and blood—was that also related to the Devouring Great Dao?"
Lin Xuan watched Feng Changjian with great interest.
Although Feng Changjian's