A Fierce Battle Against a Dao Immortal (2)

Xu Qing's avatars were no ordinary phantoms.

Each one was as solid as the real thing, radiating spiritual energy fluctuations no weaker than his true body.

They seemed to possess independent wills, weaving an impenetrable net of attacks alongside Xu Qing himself.

The Treasure Pagoda spun, its golden light dazzling as it suppressed the void;

Gold Mountain stood towering, its gravity surging like tides to bind all things;

the long sword moved like a dragon, sword radiance crisscrossing as it tore through the heavens.

The ancient spear shook the heavens, its spear wind raging and stirring heaven and earth.

"What... what kind of bizarre technique is this?!"

The Golden Mask Cultivator was horrified. He had thought that a mere mid-stage Tribulation Immortal, no matter how many tricks he possessed, could never threaten someone in the Dao Immortal Realm.

But the scene before him completely overturned his understanding.

Sword light and spear shadows intertwined. Though the Golden Mask Cultivator's sword qi was powerful, it seemed insufficient against Xu Qing's fourfold assault.

Every collision sent the spiritual energy within his body into violent turmoil, and his expression grew increasingly grave.

He had no choice but to abandon his plan for a swift victory and instead adopt a hit-and-run strategy, hoping to find a flaw in Xu Qing's true body.

However, Xu Qing seemed to have seen through his intentions. The four figures coordinated perfectly, sometimes attacking together and sometimes splitting apart.

Every attack from the Golden Mask Cultivator felt like it struck cotton, accomplishing nothing.

What shocked him even more was that Xu Qing's avatars seemed capable of absorbing the spiritual energy fluctuations from the battle, gradually strengthening themselves and making their attacks ever fiercer.

"Hmph, mere unorthodox tricks, and you dare act so arrogantly before me?!"

With an angry roar, the