Seeing Di Jun, Taiyi, and Kunpeng, three top-tier quasi-saints, form an encirclement and firmly lock onto him with their auras, while the surrounding space had been sealed as tightly as an iron barrel by the Chaos Bell, Ancestor Hong Yun knew that today was a hopeless deathtrap.
He had spent his life treating others kindly and avoiding karma, yet he had never imagined that casually giving up his seat at Purple Cloud Palace would sow the seeds of his death today!
Grief, indignation, unwillingness, and a trace of regret over his own naive nature intertwined in his heart.
But Hong Yun was not one to meekly await slaughter!
"You've gone too far!" Hong Yun roared. A cloud of red Celebration Cloud appeared above his head, and an ancient bronze bell flew out from within it, spinning rapidly. It grew with the wind, transforming into a great bell carved with strange runes and radiating a soul-snatching aura—it was the Heavenly Dao treasure he had acquired by chance, the Soul Devouring Bronze Bell!
This bell specifically harmed the primordial spirit. Once it rang, the primordial spirits of those with weaker cultivation would collapse. Even quasi-saints of the same level would suffer a shaken primordial spirit and greatly diminished combat strength without special soul-protecting methods.
"Jingle, jingle—!"
Hong Yun shook the Soul Devouring Bronze Bell with all his might. Invisible sound waves spread outward like a tide, directly assaulting the primordial spirits and seas of consciousness of Di Jun and the other two!
"Hmph! A firefly dares to shine!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi snorted. Facing the sound waves that targeted the primordial spirit, he neither dodged nor evaded, merely giving the Chaos Bell above his head a light shake!
"Boom—!"
A bell chime that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth rang out, profound