Su Ming's Treasure Seizure, Daoist Burning Lamp's Scrutiny

"Hehehe... Poison Dragon Daoist, someone has accepted your grand gift for you."

Fairy Huo Feng, having struck successfully, her laughter was filled with triumph and coldness.

"Bitch!" The Poison Dragon Daoist was both shocked and enraged.

He hadn't expected this woman to be so ruthless, actually using a fellow Grand Unity Golden Immortal as a human shield!

However, Fairy Huo Feng gave him no chance to react.

The instant the Poison Dragon Daoist's mind was shaken by Old Man Yin Shan's death, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she unleashed a treasure she had kept hidden!

It was a feather shimmering with flowing light, entirely crimson, as if divine flames circulated upon it, exuding a noble and domineering aura of an ancient divine bird.

"Phoenix Feather! Go!"

Fairy Huo Feng's face turned pale; clearly, activating this treasure consumed a great deal of her energy.

The Phoenix Feather transformed into a crimson divine light that tore through the heavens, at a speed beyond thought, instantly shooting towards the Poison Dragon Daoist!

This was Phoenix True Fire! The nemesis of all poisons!

"No--!"

The Poison Dragon Daoist let out a desperate roar, frantically activating the Poison Dragon Banner in an attempt to resist.

But his poisonous arts, in the face of this supreme yang and supreme rigid Phoenix True Fire, melted away like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

The crimson divine light pierced through everything, directly penetrating the Poison Dragon Banner, and then piercing through his brow.

The terror and unwillingness on the Poison Dragon Daoist's face solidified completely. In the next second, his entire body, along with his Primordial Spirit, was ignited by the ferocious Phoenix True Fire, turning into ashes amidst a shrill scream.

Another Grand Unity Golden Immortal had fallen!

"Hoo... hoo..."

Fairy Huo Feng's face was pale, and she panted heavily.

Having consecutively schemed against two cultivators of the same level and used her trump card, the consumption was immense for her.

But a victorious smile appeared on her face.

Now, only she and that pretense-posing Daoist Qing Song remained on the field.

And Daoist Qing Song, in her eyes, was merely a hypocrite, the most mediocre in strength among the four.

This Innate Spiritual Treasure would soon be hers!

As she was about to step forward to claim the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin, suddenly, a clear, melodious, yet soul-piercing bell sound rang in her ears.

"Ding-ling—"

It was Daoist Qing Song!

He had, at some unknown time, put away his whisk and was now holding a simple, ancient small bronze bell – the Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Soul-Suppressing Bell!

As the bell sound entered her ears, Fairy Huo Feng felt her Primordial Spirit violently shake, her vision blurred, and she fell into a brief trance.

In a battle between experts, an instant is an eternity!

"Wicked woman, the one thing you shouldn't have done, the one thing you absolutely shouldn't have done, was kill them, allowing me to reap this benefit!"

Daoist Qing Song's face was no longer that of an immortal; instead, it was filled with boundless ferocity and greed.

He took a step forward, appearing before Fairy Huo Feng, and a palm imbued with terrifying immortal essence fiercely struck her chest.

"Pfft!"

Fairy Huo Feng felt as if struck by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her eyes recovered from their daze, but they now held only endless resentment and unwillingness.

"You... so... cruel..."

Before she could finish speaking, her life force extinguished. This ruthless, beautiful woman in red followed in the footsteps of the previous two.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

Daoist Qing Song threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter filled with triumph and madness.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

He was the oriole who laughed until the end!

The Poison Dragon Daoist, Fairy Huo Feng, Old Man Yin Shan... these notorious Grand Unity Golden Immortals had all become stepping stones on his path to acquiring treasure!

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and walked step by step towards the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin, which emanated a fatal allure.

He reached out his hand; this time, no one could stop him!

But just as his fingers were about to touch the coin, a slender, fair hand, as if carved from fine jade, appeared out of thin air, reaching him first. It lightly grasped the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin.

It was as if it weren't an Innate Spiritual Treasure that could make Grand Unity Golden Immortals fight to the death, but merely an ordinary copper coin.

Daoist Qing Song's smile froze on his face.

He abruptly looked up and saw a Daoist priest in purple robes standing before him at some unknown time.

The man in purple stood there quietly, yet he seemed to be the center of this world.

This person was none other than Su Ming, who had been lurking in the darkness.

Now that he saw the time was ripe, he finally made his move!

"Who are you?!"

Daoist Qing Song's every hair stood on end. An unprecedented sense of danger completely enveloped him.

He hadn't noticed at all when Su Ming had appeared!

Su Ming completely ignored Daoist Qing Song.

He toyed with the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin in his hand, not even glancing at the other party.

Just as Su Ming and Daoist Qing Song were clashing.

On a mountaintop not far away, a figure quietly appeared.

This person wore an ancient, simple daoist robe, their face withered. They held a bronze ancient lamp in their hand, and a jade ruler that measured heaven and earth floated beside them.

Both magical treasures were high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures!

This person was none other than the long-renowned Daoist Burning Lamp of the Primordial World!

Daoist Burning Lamp's gaze was deep as he watched the battle below. A faint, cold smile played on his lips, as if everything was within his grasp.

On the other side.

In the center of the battlefield, killing intent surged!

"Junior, how dare you meddle in this old man's business! Today, I will destroy your soul and ensure you never reincarnate!"

Daoist Qing Song's face contorted in ferocity as he stared intently at the imposing Su Ming before him.

He was a mighty cultivator at the perfected Grand Unity Golden Immortal stage, accustomed to acting with impunity in this region. Yet today, he was being obstructed by a young man who had appeared out of nowhere, his fury burning like a raging inferno.

"Noisy."

Su Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his purple robes fluttering in the gale. His expression was indifferent as he uttered just two words.

Such blatant disregard completely ignited Daoist Qing Song's rage.

"You're seeking death!"

Daoist Qing Song roared, abandoning further words and directly unleashing his signature magical treasure.

"Buzz—!"

An ancient, small bell flew into the air, growing larger as it met the wind, transforming into a hundred-zhang behemoth. Countless distorted ghost faces were engraved on the bell's surface, emitting a faint, dark glow.

"Soul-Suppressing Bell! Suppress and kill his Primordial Spirit!"

Daoist Qing Song formed hand seals and pointed sharply at Su Ming.

"Clang—!"

An ear-splitting bell chime transformed into visible black sound waves, blasting towards the Sea of Consciousness between Su Ming's brows!

This Soul-Suppressing Bell was an incredibly malevolent Acquired Spiritual Treasure, specializing in attacking a cultivator's Primordial Spirit. Under the bell's chime, the Primordial Spirit would tremble, resulting in idiocy at best, and complete soul annihilation at worst!

Wherever the sound waves passed, the void rippled as if it were about to be torn apart by this seductive demonic music.

Facing this soul attack, which could make cultivators of the same level turn pale with fear, Su Ming didn't even lift an eyelid.

He neither dodged nor weaved, nor did he summon any defensive magical treasures.

Just as the black sound waves were about to touch his brow, he simply, casually, raised his hand and slapped them away with his palm.

"Arrogant! To dare disregard the might of the Soul-Suppressing Bell!" Seeing this, a cruel, sneering smile appeared on Daoist Qing Song's face.

He could already envision Su Ming spitting blood from all seven orifices, his Primordial Spirit collapsing, and him kneeling and begging for mercy in the next moment.

However, the scene he had envisioned did not occur.