827. Zhou Zhenyu Forms a Nascent Soul

The Purple Robed Daoist seemed to recall something unpleasant. His expression changed, and he flicked his hand, sending a streak of golden light shooting forth. It was a two-foot-long golden short halberd, slashing straight toward Xue Ren.

At that moment, Xue Ren was five hundred zhang away from the Purple Robed Daoist, far beyond the explosion's range.

Xue Ren knew that perfectly well. He flicked his hand, sending a round bead covered in blue runes flying out to meet it.

The golden short halberd moved at incredible speed. With a flash, it struck the Green Beads. A dazzling blaze of green flames flared up, covering an area a hundred zhang across as space itself warped and twisted.

Whoosh!

A green sphere the size of an egg shot out of the green flames without warning. With a flash, it appeared less than fifty zhang from the Purple Robed Daoist.

"Not good—a Golden Core!" the Purple Robed Daoist cried, his face paling.

Self-detonating one's Golden Core was a Core Formation Cultivator's last resort, and its power was immense. Even a Nascent Soul Cultivator struck head-on would suffer severe injuries at best—or die on the spot at worst.

Although self-detonating a Golden Core would not cost a cultivator their life, their realm would plummet, and the odds of forming another Golden Core would be vanishingly small.

Thus, unless their life was in immediate danger, Core Formation Cultivators would never spit out their Golden Core and detonate it.

The Green Sphere burst apart beneath the Purple Robed Daoist's horrified gaze. A vast surge of green vapor rolled out, swallowing him whole. A scream rang out from within it.

A few breaths later, the green vapor dispersed, revealing the Purple Robed Daoist.

His left arm was gone, his body covered in wounds, and his face