Crisis Erupts on All Sides

"Bang. Bang. Ah~~" Following the two collision sounds, a miserable scream rang out. A figure immediately collapsed into the volcanic ash, its life or death unknown.

"Ah! This is bad. Who's ambushing my brother and me? Show yourself at once!"

Following the furious shout, a figure flickered several times before hastily retreating. In the span of a few breaths, he had withdrawn nearly twenty zhang. This figure was none other than the slightly older cultivator.

Once he steadied himself, the cultivator's chest heaved, and a wave of unbearable discomfort suddenly surged from within. He gritted his teeth and finally suppressed it. With a wave of his hand, a snake-shaped staff with slightly dimmed radiance appeared in his grasp.

The moment he saw it, the old man's heart shook violently.

Just now, when he and his second brother had searched ahead for that young cultivator, two astonishingly powerful fluctuations had suddenly erupted twenty zhang to their side. With two flashes of white light, they had already reached the two of them.

By the time they tried to dodge, it was already too late. They had not even had time to bring out the shield treasure clutched in their hands. In his panic, he could only open his mouth and send out his natal treasure.

The instant the natal treasure left his mouth, it had flown only a few feet before a white light struck it. With a thunderous bang, the natal treasure he had refined within his body for nearly three hundred years was sent flying in a single blow.

The white light was slightly blocked by his treasure and its direction deviated. As the old man rapidly retreated, it failed to cause him the slightest injury.

However, the natal treasure in his hand had now lost most of its radiance.