One Man's Power, the Spirit Herb in Hand
Twenty-six streaking Magical Treasures circled Wu Tao as he held the Tianyi Umbrella, his gaze falling on Huang Yiyuan. "The Ninth-Order Spirit Herb, the Spirit-Warming Dao Lotus—naturally, everyone wants to fight for it. I am no exception."
At this point, he paused.
"What? Are you going to stop me from taking the Spirit-Warming Dao Lotus?"
Hearing Wu Tao's words, Huang Yiyuan gave a cold laugh and said from his lofty position, "You? Li Mo, don't tell me you think that because you killed the Blood Sun Holy Son, you can fear no Spirit Transformation prodigy? This Spirit-Warming Dao Lotus is fit only for Senior Sister Feng. No one else present is worthy."
"As for you, if you leave, then on account of Junior Sister Zhao, I'll spare your life. If you insist on fighting for the Spirit-Warming Dao Lotus, then I, Huang, don't mind making you die with your Dao dispersed!"
In Huang Yiyuan's heart, the Spirit-Warming Dao Lotus was fit only to belong to the Fengyuan Sect, could only belong to Senior Sister Yan, because only Senior Sister Yan was qualified to possess it.
No Spirit Transformation cultivator from any sect could dream of snatching the Spirit-Warming Dao Lotus.
Wu Tao looked at Huang Yiyuan and said no more. He raised a hand and pointed, and the Magical Treasures circling him attacked Huang Yiyuan one after another.
"Do you really think I'm trash like the Blood Sun Holy Son?" Huang Yiyuan roared. The Magical Treasure in his hand flared and attacked the Magical Treasures Wu Tao was controlling.
The Magical Treasures collided. Huang Yiyuan only felt his Magic Power and Divine Sense shudder, and his Magical Treasure flew back upside down. Shocked, he thought, *How are his Magic Power and Divine