Flowing Clouds, Flowing Water

Jin Zhongyuan had already attached great importance to Gao Xian and had deliberately made preparations, intending to join forces and kill him first.

Yet he had never imagined that Gao Xian would kill Nine Rings in a single exchange!

Nine Rings was a late-stage Spirit Transformation expert. Her unique Nine Yin Nether Ring Art condensed nine layers of dharma rings upon her Primordial Spirit, fused as one with the poison rings she had been born with.

It was like wearing nine layers of protective Dharma Artifacts over her Primordial Spirit, granting her astonishing resilience. Even against a stronger opponent, she could become entangled with them and would not suffer a disadvantage in a short time.

Even when a Spirit Transformation cultivator killed a Nascent Soul cultivator, it would not be this swift and clean.

He truly could not understand how Gao Xian had so easily killed Nine Rings. All he could tell was that the palm strike had not unleashed palm force, but peerlessly sharp blade light condensed from Five Elements mana.

Jin Zhongyuan had seen many powerful experts, yet this was the first time he had encountered such a terrifying human Spirit Transformation cultivator. More terrifying still, Gao Xian had completely vanished under their combined siege.

This was no mere trick of the eye!

The divine senses of three Spirit Transformation Demon Race cultivators were incomparably formidable. Their senses crisscrossed throughout the entire plaza, covering above and below, in every direction. Forget a speck of dust—even the slightest abnormal spiritual aura would have alerted them.

Yet Gao Xian had completely disappeared while locked onto by their divine senses. Even their powerful six senses could no longer detect his location.

To experts at the Spirit Transformation level, such a change was bizarre—so bizarre it was inconceivable.

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