Primordial Spirit Battle, Supreme Saint Weapon

"Heh, a Primordial Spirit battle..."

Ye Fan clicked his tongue softly. He had originally intended to teach her a lesson and stop once he had made his point.

Who would have thought that Purple Star's foremost beauty would be so incapable of appreciating kindness? Then she could not blame him for being ruthless toward a beauty. In a Primordial Spirit battle, whom had he ever feared?

"Buzz, buzz!"

His left eye became like a True Dragon, his right like a Divine Phoenix. Both eyes spun madly like vortexes and black holes, shooting out countless golden strands that twisted the void.

Using the Divine Spirit Body through the Future Word Secret, the Dao Sect's supreme secret combined with the ancient Royal Clan's clan-defining divine ability. The resulting amplification was far more than a simple one plus one equals two—it was downright terrifying.

A golden Daoist, identical to the original body in height, features, and even temperament, strode laughing from Eastern Saint's brow. With a sweep of his sleeve, he struck down at her head.

That golden-armored goddess general had merely been manifested by Yi Qingwu using a wisp of thought and a Primordial Spirit secret treasure. How could she compare to the Divine Spirit Body, which was practically an External Incarnation?

In but an instant, her limbs cracked apart and her body teetered on the verge of shattering.

The golden Daoist of condensed light opened his mouth and inhaled, immediately swallowing that wisp of Primordial Spirit thought that desperately tried to turn and flee. He broke it down and transformed it, peering into the original body's great secrets.

For a time, all manner of thoughts and fragmented scenes surfaced in Ye Fan's mind.

A peerless beauty at different ages—her daily life, cultivation, sleep, and more—flashed past like a galloping horse. There