"Ha ha ha... Poison Dragon Daoist, I helped you find someone to accept your grand gift."
Fairy Huo Feng's strike landed, and her laughter was filled with triumph and coldness.
"Bitch!" Poison Dragon Daoist was both shocked and furious.
He had never expected this woman to be so ruthless. She had actually used a fellow Grand Unity Golden Immortal as a shield!
However, Fairy Huo Feng gave him no chance to react.
The instant Poison Dragon Daoist's mind was shaken by Old Man Yin Shan's death, a cold glint flashed through her eyes, and she brought out a treasure she had kept hidden until now!
It was a feather shimmering with multicolored light. Its entire body was scarlet red, as though divine flames were flowing across it, radiating the noble yet domineering aura of an ancient divine bird.
"Phoenix Feather! Go!"
Fairy Huo Feng's face paled. Clearly, activating this treasure consumed a tremendous amount of her strength.
The Phoenix Feather transformed into a scarlet divine ray that tore through heaven and earth. Moving faster than thought, it shot toward Poison Dragon Daoist in an instant!
This was Phoenix True Fire—the bane of all poisons!
"No—!"
Poison Dragon Daoist let out a desperate roar. He frantically activated the Poison Dragon Banner, attempting to resist.
But before this extremely potent Phoenix True Fire, his poison arts were like ice and snow beneath the scorching sun, melting away in an instant.
The scarlet divine light cut through everything in its path. It pierced straight through the Poison Dragon Banner, then passed through his brow.
The horror and unwillingness on Poison Dragon Daoist's face completely froze. The next moment, his entire body, along with his nascent soul, was ignited by the violent Phoenix True Fire. Amid his shrill screams, he was reduced to flying ash.
Another Grand Unity Golden Immortal had fallen!
"Hu... hu..."
Fairy Huo Feng's face was pale, and she was panting delicately.
She had schemed against two cultivators of the same cultivation level in succession and used her trump card. The toll on her had been immense.
Yet a victorious smile appeared on her face.
Now, only she and that pretentious old Daoist Qing Song remained on the field.
As far as she was concerned, Old Man Qing Song was nothing more than a hypocrite, and he was also the most mediocre of the four in terms of strength.
This Innate Spiritual Treasure was already hers for the taking!
Just as she was about to step forward and collect the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin, a clear and pleasant yet soul-piercing bell chime suddenly rang beside her ear.
"Ding ling—"
It was Daoist Qing Song!
At some point, he had already put away his horsetail whisk. He was holding an ancient little bronze bell in his hand—the Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Soul-Suppressing Bell!
The instant the bell entered her ears, Fairy Huo Feng felt her nascent soul tremble violently. Her vision blurred, and she fell into a brief daze.
When experts clashed, an instant could last an eternity!
"Vicious woman, of all the things you should and shouldn't have done, you shouldn't have killed them and let this old man reap the benefits!"
Where was the slightest trace of immortal bearing left on Daoist Qing Song's face? It had been replaced by boundless savagery and greed.
He took a single step and appeared before Fairy Huo Feng. A palm containing terrifying immortal essence slammed heavily into her chest.
"Pfft!"
Fairy Huo Feng was struck as if by lightning and violently spat out a mouthful of blood. Clarity returned to her eyes, but all that remained within them was boundless venom and unwillingness.
"You... so... cruel..."
Before she could finish speaking, her life force was cut off. This ruthless woman in red followed in the footsteps of the two before her.
"Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!"
Daoist Qing Song threw back his head and laughed wildly, his laughter filled with triumph and madness.
The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!
He was the oriole that laughed last!
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 seizing the treasure!
He forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and walked step by step toward the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin radiating a deadly temptation.
He stretched out his hand. This time, no one could stop him anymore!
But just as his fingers were about to touch the coin, a slender, fair hand, seemingly carved from white jade, appeared out of nowhere. Moving after but arriving first, it lightly pinched the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin.
It was as though this were not an Innate Spiritual Treasure worth making Grand Unity Golden Immortals fight to the death, but merely an ordinary copper coin.
Daoist Qing Song's smile instantly froze on his face.
He abruptly raised his head and saw a Daoist in purple robes standing before him. No one knew when he had appeared.
The man in purple simply stood there quietly, yet he seemed to be the center of this entire 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?!"
Every hair on Daoist Qing Song's body stood on end. An unprecedented sense of crisis completely enveloped him.
He had actually failed to notice when Su Ming had appeared!
Su Ming paid no attention to Daoist Qing Song at all.
He toyed with the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin in his hand, not even sparing his opponent a glance.
At the same time that Su Ming and Daoist Qing Song clashed,
a figure silently appeared atop a mountain peak not far away.
This person wore a simple Daoist robe. His face was withered, and he held an ancient bronze lamp in his hand. A jade ruler that measured heaven and earth floated beside him.
Both magic treasures were High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures!
This person was none other than Daoist Burning Lamp, who had long since made a name for himself in the Primordial Wilderness!
Daoist Burning Lamp's gaze was deep as he watched the battle below. A faint, cold smile curled his lips, as though everything was under his control.
Elsewhere.
At the center of the battlefield, killing intent surged!
"Brat, you dare meddle in this old man's affairs? Today, I'll make your soul scatter, leaving you unable to be reborn for all eternity!"
Daoist Qing Song's expression was ferocious as he glared at the outstandingly erect figure of Su Ming before him.
He was a Grand Unity Golden Immortal at the consummate stage, a mighty expert who had always run rampant throughout this region. Yet today, he had been stopped by a young man who had appeared from nowhere, and the fury in his heart had long since blazed into the heavens.
"Annoying."
Su Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his purple robes fluttering violently in the astral winds. His expression was indifferent as he spat out only two words.
Such utter disregard completely ignited Daoist Qing Song's fury.
"Seeking death!"
Daoist Qing Song roared and stopped wasting words, directly bringing out his signature magic treasure.
"Buzz—!"
An ancient little bell flew into the air and grew larger with the wind, transforming into a hundred-zhang giant. Countless twisted ghost faces were engraved on its body, radiating a dim black light.
"Soul-Suppressing Bell! Suppress and kill his nascent soul for me!"
Daoist Qing Song formed hand seals and abruptly pointed at Su Ming.
"Clang—!"
An ear-piercing bell toll transformed into visible black sound waves and shot toward the sea of consciousness between Su Ming's brows!
The Soul-Suppressing Bell was an extremely sinister acquired spiritual treasure that specialized in attacking cultivators' nascent souls. Beneath its toll, the nascent soul would tremble; in mild cases, the victim would become an idiot, while in severe cases, their soul would scatter!
Everywhere the sound waves passed, the void rippled layer upon layer, as though it were about to be torn apart by this bewitching demonic sound.
Faced with this soul attack, enough to make cultivators of the same level turn pale with terror, Su Ming did not even raise an eyelid.
He neither dodged nor evaded, and he did not even bring out a defensive magic treasure.
Just as the black sound waves were about to touch his brow, he simply raised his hand and slapped forward with the back of his palm.
"Arrogant! You actually dare ignore the might of the Soul-Suppressing Bell!" Seeing this, a cruel, savage smile appeared on Daoist Qing Song's face.
He seemed to have already seen Su Ming bleeding from all seven orifices, his nascent soul collapsing as he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
However, the scene he had envisioned did not appear.
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