Before the two armies, killing intent surged to the heavens, and battles erupted on all sides.
Nezha and Jinzha each entangled their own opponents, Immortal Arts colliding with endless thunderous booms. Only at the center of the open wilds, Wang Mo and Jiang Ziya were left facing each other.
Wang Mo sat upright on Bi An's back, his face full of mockery, not taking Jiang Ziya seriously in the slightest.
Without waiting for Jiang Ziya to make a move, he raised his hand, and spiritual light swelled violently. A round, heavy Heaven-Opening Pearl, wrapped in savage Killing Intent, shot through the air.
The Treasured Pearl carried a biting gale, tearing through the air as it blasted straight toward Jiang Ziya's face.
Jiang Ziya's cultivation was shallow. Though the Apricot Yellow Flag in his hand was a supreme treasure, his own Dao attainment was not enough to drive its full might. In that rushed instant, he had no time at all to defend.
There came only a dull thud as the Heaven-Opening Pearl struck him heavily in the chest and abdomen.
A tyrannical, overbearing surge of Immortal Power exploded with a roar. Jiang Ziya's blood and qi churned throughout his body, and searing pain pierced through his five viscera and six bowels.
His whole body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, slamming heavily into the dust of the battlefield as he spat a mouthful of blood.
Agony swept through his entire body. Bracing himself against the ground, he struggled to lift himself, his mind trembling as he truly felt Wang Mo's terrifying strength.
The Four Sages of Nine Dragon Island were merely outer-sect cultivators of the Jie Sect, their bloodlines mixed and impure, not ancient mighty beings—yet even so, their cultivation far surpassed his.
Bitterness surged in Jiang