Ling Shuang's Yang Soul had grown into an Indigo Soul, making this strike tremendously powerful.
Not only did it send the slender blade in Ji Yan's hand flying, but the mighty soul power also shook Ji Yan back several steps.
If an ordinary person were saved at the brink of life and death, their first thought would be to flee.
But Chou Xun was no ordinary person.
He did not even bother to see who had saved him. The moment he saw Ji Yan stagger backward, he pushed off with both feet and flipped through the air.
Ji Yan had yet to react when he felt a heavy pressure descend from above.
Chou Xun's foot came down directly on his head. With a "thud," his entire body crashed into the ground.
"Return!"
Chou Xun spat out a single word.
The eight soul swords withdrew of their own accord, about to pierce Ji Yan's entire body.
Coming to his senses, Ji Yan suddenly erupted with a thick surge of soul power. A phantom image of a XiongPi flickered faintly on his back.
At that moment, his soul power surged severalfold. Chou Xun could no longer suppress him and was directly flung away by Ji Yan!
"What a pity..."
As he drifted through the air, Chou Xun sighed inwardly.
Driving the soul swords into Ji Yan and pinning him to death had been Chou Xun's original plan.
The Heavenly Palace could not possibly stand against so many superpowers. He had been just one step away from achieving his goal.
After the phantom image of the XiongPi appeared behind Ji Yan, he looked like a furious lion. "Shen Nong Clan, brothers of the Golden Crow Race, what show are you still watching? Kill him for me!"
At that moment, Ji Yan no longer