Old Hatreds of the Yellow River Cloud the Brow, Daring to Mock the Chan Sect's Faltering Arts

Crack!

A crisp sound seemed to explode in midair as the pale golden power of laws around Ji Ying suddenly shattered like glazed glass.

Cracks spread across his mana barrier, and his face turned utterly grim along with it.

Not far away, pale azure Dao resonance gathered at Yunxiao's fingertips as she fired off three more Daoist arts in succession.

One transformed into a sharp sword-shadow that stabbed straight for his heart; one condensed into a massive mountain that bore down on his shoulders; the last became invisible vines that lashed toward his limbs.

She wielded all manner of Daoist arts as effortlessly as plucking flowers, her attacks linked so seamlessly that Ji Ying was not even given a chance to catch his breath.

The pressure bearing down on every part of Ji Ying's body grew heavier and heavier. His bones seemed to be crushed by immense force, letting out a series of creaks.

Finally, the instant the third Daoist art slammed into the barrier, the pale golden power of laws completely collapsed.

Stripped of his protection, Ji Ying was struck as if by lightning. His body flew backward out of control, and he spat out a mouthful of blood that stained the Daoist robe across his chest red.

His body cut a wretched arc through the air. When Ji Ying finally steadied himself, his gaze at Yunxiao was filled with shock, his pupils trembling faintly.

Had the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe bestowed by his master Guangchengzi not automatically lit up with a pale golden glow at the final moment and blocked most of the impact for him, he would likely have been gravely wounded by now—unable even to stand.

But this was far too horrifying!

A mere mortal-world cultivator had driven him to vomit blood within a