On closer inspection, however, the bulging blood vessels were as numerous and tangled as the roots of some demonic plant. A green hue then spread across Jiang Yuan's face. She opened her mouth and spat out more than a dozen green orbs, each wrapped in a swirl of green qi, hurling them at Lu Xiaotian and Nie Qiantong.
The dozen or so orbs tumbled through the air, bursting into countless seeds that sprouted at an astonishing speed.
"Eastern Dan Saint, be careful! If those seeds finish sprouting, this area will soon become a domain of demonic vines. Then the spirit of these demonic vines will be truly difficult to deal with." Nie Qiantong gave a sharp warning. Turning her left palm over, she summoned a golden orchid treasure bottle. It flew above her head and cast down a beam of golden light, enveloping her whole body. Then she swept out her wide sleeve, sending a dense shower of gold pieces—each roughly fist-sized and nearly circular—slashing toward the spirit of the demonic vines. These thin golden blades were scales Nie Qiantong had shed after cultivating the Golden Nether Art. She shed only one scale every hundred years. After years of refinement, they had finally become several hundred Golden Crocodile Scale Blades.
Infused with the profound meaning of the laws she had cultivated and the inheritance of her bloodline's innate talent, the Golden Crocodile Scale Blades struck like a sudden storm, leaving little time to guard against them. Their might was also enough to cut through anything. With Lu Xiaotian's keen eye, however, he could see that dozens of the blades bore fine cracks or had grown slightly dull.
Clearly, Nie Qiantong had suffered considerable losses in her battle with the Wood Jiao Tribe. Now she had even brought out some of