Dozens of enormous snowballs surged through the void toward Muye Hongchen. Muye Hongchen waved his hand, and dozens of blade rays slashed toward them. The rays seemed to cut into the snowballs without resistance, as though they encountered no meaningful obstruction. Yet the blade rays, which blended the laws of wind and fire with wind as the dominant force, were frozen inside the snowballs—and the snowballs kept hurtling forward at undiminished speed.
"The Spirit-Sealing Corpse Bottle?" Muye Hongchen's mouth twitched at the sight. Now he understood why his opponent was so arrogant: she had good reason to be confident. To forge a Spirit-Sealing Corpse Bottle, an elder of the headless white corpse clan at Golden Immortal level had to pass away, and their descendants had to craft the bottle from their corpse. Inheriting the bloodline greatly increased the chances of success, allowing the bottle to unleash its full power.
The conditions for forging a Spirit-Sealing Corpse Bottle were exceedingly harsh. It required not only a blood-related descendant to inherit it, but also someone who cultivated the same technique and possessed exceptional talent. Otherwise, even if the forging succeeded, the bottle would wield little power, making the whole endeavor a loss.
But after paying such a steep price, success brought great rewards. For an Earth Immortal-level powerhouse like Baimao Yingshi, whose corpse-path laws were already perfected, this made her so formidable that even a dragon clan member of the same rank would not daunt her. As a top Earth Immortal-level powerhouse, she had slain quite a few dragons.
However, Muye Hongchen was the strongest candidate in the Sunset Dragon Hall to advance to Golden Immortal-level dragonhood. He certainly wasn't afraid of her. He had no concern for his own predicament; it was only the thirty-three Dragon Clan Pill Saints behind him