Tearing a Nascent Soul Apart with Bare Hands!

Inside the inner hall, the air was thick with the scent of gunpowder; a great battle was on the verge of erupting.

Zhu Zhaohun's expression was cold and stern as he stared at Du Xiaoliang, his voice frigid. "Fellow Daoist Du, our Immortal Alliance is determined to have this person. If you insist on intervening on behalf of Golden Turtle Island, do not blame our Immortal Alliance for turning heartless!"

"Ha!" Du Xiaoliang let out a delicate laugh, retorting sharply, "My Golden Turtle Island... would we ever fear your Immortal Alliance?"

The four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators turned livid at these words, a nameless rage surging in their hearts.

It was true that Golden Turtle Island was powerful, but its overall strength was still inferior to their Great Qin Immortal Alliance.

After all, Golden Turtle Island was merely a single faction within Great Jin, whereas the Immortal Alliance was a coalition of every faction in Great Qin.

It was equivalent to the entire nation of Great Qin pooling its strength to oppose a single sect from Great Jin.

Zhu Zhaohun was so incensed by Du Xiaoliang's stance that he trembled all over. His face grew even darker, and with a fierce wave of his hand, he declared, "In that case, our Immortal Alliance will not stand on ceremony!"

No sooner had he spoken than the four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators moved with practiced synergy, lunging toward Du Xiaoliang. The latter suddenly reached out and tossed Chen Changming to the side.

"Run!"

Du Xiaoliang commanded in a low voice.

Chen Changming landed in a corner of the inner hall, but he did not flee.

By now, the four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators had already taken up positions in four directions, surrounding Du Xiaoliang.

Four beams of light rose simultaneously, trapping Du