Soul Corpse Yong, Tu Ling, and the other soul corpses, along with the pill spirits, had escaped their sea of suffering. Yet the powerful Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Court were still enduring endless torment.
As Lu Xiaotian pinched the Soul-Resonating Immortal Sword that Qianmian Sanlang had slashed at him between two fingers, a breath of dragon flame extinguished most of the sword's soul essence.
He raised the Fangtian Halberd in his hand and blocked the slashing attacks from Jin Cangyue and the Desolate Sun Old Monster.
The Azure Dragon phantom that had shot out from behind him moments ago suddenly condensed, transforming into a dragon-scale sword shadow. Astonishing fluctuations of soul power roiled across it.
The flying sword flashed, directly crossing the shackles of space and arriving before Qianmian Sanlang.
It was Lu Xiaotian using the dragon soul to execute the Soul-Origin Flying Sword technique. The Soul-Origin Flying Sword now carried vast dragon might, suppressing Qianmian Sanlang until his face turned deathly pale, without a trace of color.
In his haste, Qianmian Sanlang thrust both palms forward, and a curtain of light blocked the space before him.
The dragon-scale sword shadow cleaved straight into the curtain of light. The sharp impact nearly shook City Lord Wu Xuan and the other immortals into dizziness and ringing ears.
Ye Tong and Ye Jian, who had been about to rush over as reinforcements, had their faces twist violently and immediately covered their ears.
Boom! The seven-colored radiance launched by Tianhong Yutang shone onto Lu Xiaotian, but it too was canceled out by the dragon shadow that burst from within him.
However, several Great Daluo Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Court quickly noticed a trace of blood spilling from the corner of Lu Xiaotian's mouth.
Clearly, under such reckless and overbearing combat, even