With a thud, Ku Yuan Ghost King's calf, thicker than an ordinary person's waist, could no longer withstand the crushing pressure. He fell to his knees amid the blazing flames, his ferocity now mixed with more despair as he stubbornly held up the seven-tiered pagoda above his head.
Ku Yuan Ghost King was filled with boundless regret. If he had known that the silver-haired cultivator from Soaring Heavens Palace was this heaven-defying, he would never have come to provoke him.
Unfortunately, after successively killing several human Nascent Soul Cultivators, Ku Yuan Ghost King had gradually grown arrogant and stopped taking ordinary human cultivators seriously. Yet he had never dreamed that he would be crushed to this extent by a human at the Nascent Soul Early Stage. Trapped in a sea of fire with a heavy pagoda pressing down on him, there was no possibility of survival in such a desperate situation!
Pfft! Ku Yuan Ghost King spat out a large amount of black-green vital blood and raised a blood barrier, forcing back some of the Fanluo Spiritfire. By now, his body was covered in charred, festering wounds, a sight too horrible to look at.
Just then, a speck of emerald light shot over from beyond the heavens. Lu Xiaotian felt a sky-shaking pressure surge toward him.
Horrified, he secretly cried out in regret. If he had only pushed a little harder, he would have been able to kill Ku Yuan Ghost King on the spot. But now that he had encountered another powerful enemy, he could no longer spare any thought for Ku Yuan Ghost King. Before the enemy even arrived, that speck of emerald light had already reached him.
Lu Xiaotian let out a clear whistle, not daring to be careless in the slightest. The spiritual light of seven