Phoenix Mountain—everyone here was an expert at playing with fire!
Lu Zheng sighed, then waved a hand. He actually gathered clouds and summoned rain. With the Black Turtle Water Control True Spirit Secret bolstering him, dark clouds blanketed the sky above Phoenix Mountain in the span of a breath, as though wind and rain were about to descend.
Yan Qingxue was genuinely surprised.
By now, Lu Zheng had already displayed four different paths of cultivation.
Cloud arts, martial arts, lightning arts, and Water Methods.
And every single one was exquisitely practiced, thoroughly mastered, and backed by profound foundations.
He had only entered the Dao Path for a mere ten years. How had he become proficient in so many spells? If he had focused on just one from the beginning, might he already have had hopes of ascending?
His fingers formed a seal, and Wind Rain Flying Immortal slanted down. Mixed within the rain was the true intent of the Black Turtle, dousing every last flame of five colors that filled the air.
Yet though the flames were extinguished, the five-colored smoke seeped through every crack and crevice, scattering and gathering, forming formations and working in concert. It merged into the wind and rain, taking on an air of turning guest into host as it shrouded Lu Zheng.
Lu Zheng smiled faintly. With a flicker of his body, he vanished without a trace, appearing behind Yan Qingxue in the blink of an eye. A True Cloud Spell shot straight at the vital point between her shoulder blades.
But before the Curse Spell could draw near, Yan Qingxue's body burst apart and dissipated into a wisp of five-colored smoke.
When she reappeared, she was already a hundred zhang away from Lu Zheng.
Meanwhile, the five-colored smoke produced by her dissipated form drifted