The Pill Convention had been far too busy lately, with all kinds of matters piling up. Xiao Yan could only prioritize. As a result, he had somewhat neglected his cultivation of the Emperor Seal Art. For now, he could only combine four seals. He had yet to master the strongest of the five seals, but this was still an exceptionally useful close-combat Dou Technique that Xiao Yan could currently employ!
Ling Zhuo's savage punch came crashing down. Three successive bangs rang out as the Emperor Seal Art Xiao Yan had unleashed was forcibly shattered layer by layer. Yet the final seal still managed to hold Ling Zhuo back for an instant.
That gave Xiao Yan enough time to evade Ling Zhuo's strike. Watching Xiao Yan flee ahead of him, Ling Zhuo said grimly, "Xiao Yan, you will undoubtedly die today. I said so!"
"Whether it is the Ancient Clan or the Flame Clan, neither can save your life!"
Looking at the ferocious, nearly crazed Ling Zhuo before him, Xiao Yan snorted coldly. "What shameless boasting. Daring to come into the Pill Tower, I think you, Ling Zhuo, won't live past tonight!"
For some reason, after Xiao Yan said that, Ling Zhuo became almost completely deranged. Disregarding his physical condition entirely, he once again gathered an immensely powerful Spirit Fusion force and blasted it toward Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan also mobilized his soul power, which had reached the middle phase of the Spiritual State Soul. A jet-black vortex of soul power slowly emerged, enveloping and absorbing the incoming soul force. The devouring power was no longer so convenient to use, so Xiao Yan used this as a substitute.
"Soul Flow Black Vortex!"
"Not enough! Xiao Yan, I will kill you today!" Ling Zhuo roared. The power wrapped around his body was