Xiao Yan did not intervene himself. Instead, he sent his War Puppet ahead to help Qing Lin out of trouble, while the Dou Qi inside him began to circulate furiously.
Hun Sheng Tian's senses were exceptionally keen. "You've sent a puppet against me so you can seize the chance to unleash a do-or-die Dou Technique?"
There was not a trace of concern in Hun Sheng Tian's voice. "An ant trying to shake a tree. That's all it is."
He flicked a finger, sending a black-and-red soul body, invisible to the naked eye, hurtling straight toward Qing Lin.
Qing Lin slashed decisively with her icy blade, freezing every stretch of space it swept through. The soul body's hands suddenly turned solid. Its ten fingers became blood-red, and ten claw strikes flew out. They not only blocked Qing Lin's slash; two of them raked across her arms.
Before Qing Lin could react, the soul body let out a strange, rasping cry, and a long black saber took shape in its hand.
Just as Qing Lin had done moments ago, it brought the saber down toward her face!
That strike was at least as powerful as Qing Lin's own. Seeing her attack returned to her, she remained utterly calm.
She poured a vast amount of Dou Qi into her icy blade and slashed upward!
The two blades collided!
Qing Lin split the soul body apart with that blow, freezing even its hands.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yan's War Puppet reached Hun Sheng Tian. He gave the West Dragon King War Puppet a single glance.
"Six-Star Dou Saint strength. Rare enough, I suppose. But before this old man, it means nothing!"
The War Puppet's forceful blow struck empty air. Hun Sheng Tian dodged it with ease and appeared behind it.
He reached out with a hand