When picking persimmons, squeeze the soft ones first. After taking care of two Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivators, Yang Zhengshan's thoughts stirred, and the Seven Treasures Soul Suppressing Pagoda in his Sea of Consciousness gave off a faint radiance. An invisible force dropped over a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator.
That Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator was still caught in the vibration of the Soul-Absorbing Bell. Without the slightest chance to react, his soul was dragged by the Seven Treasures Soul Suppressing Pagoda into the Soul Returning Formation.
From shaking the Soul-Absorbing Bell, to sacrificing two Soul Piercing Awls, to activating the Soul Returning Formation of the Seven Treasures Soul Suppressing Pagoda, the entire process had taken no more than a breath. Yet in that short span, Yang Zhengshan had already dealt with three Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
He had not chosen to attack Xu Mingzhu, because Xu Mingzhu had the cultivation of Foundation Establishment Late Stage. Before he knew Xu Mingzhu's exact level of cultivation, he truly had no confidence he could kill him in one strike.
Just as he had expected, the moment he dragged the soul of that Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator into the Soul Returning Formation, he sensed a terrifying gust of force striking toward him.
With no time to think, his figure flashed, shifting more than thirty zhang away.
With a bang, an enormous fist smashed down on the spot where he had just been. The terrifying force blasted through the air, producing a booming explosion.
"Yang Zhengshan, hehe, very good, very good. You're very good!" Xu Mingzhu stared coldly at Yang Zhengshan.
Behind him, at some point, an incomparably terrifying Dharma Image had appeared.
The Dharma Image was ten zhang tall, its body a semitransparent fluid form that seemed human and yet not human.