Battle Against Xuan Ci

Xuan Ci was furious at being looked down on by a cultivator who hadn't even reached the Out of Body Stage. He stood facing Ling Tian, the pitch-black spike in his hand leaking a wisp of incredibly pure Refined Gold Killing Aura that sent a chill through the air. A cold glint flickered in his eyes as he stared at Ling Tian, as though he were already looking at a dead man.

At that moment, strange flames coiled around Ling Tian's body, and a faint red glow flickered in his eyes. His ink-black hair danced without a breeze, and his handsome face was steeped in Killing Intent. A hazy phantom loomed behind him, while a dense pressure spread outward.

The crimson heavy halberd trembled lightly, faint wisps of red flame spilling from it. A thread of excitement rippled through it, showing just how thrilled Youye was. Ling Tian held the halberd aloft, its dark-red flames making him seem like a Demon God. Even Xuan Ci, whose cultivation had reached the Great Perfection Spirit Division Stage, felt a faint pang of unease.

Steadying his mind, Xuan Ci focused intently. Seeing that Ling Tian had no intention of striking first, he gave a cold laugh, gripped the spike in his hand, and darted forward. Though his movement technique was not as subtle as Ling Tian's Illusory God Phantom Shadow Movement Technique, he was considerably faster. Black afterimages trailed behind him, lingering for a long while before they finally faded.

"His speed is indeed a little greater than mine." Ling Tian furrowed his brow, his expression turning more serious. "And his form is illusory, as if he can merge with the void. It seems this is a talent unique to the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race."

Though Xuan Ci moved incredibly fast, Ling Tian's