"Alas..."
Fang Qing sighed softly. "Why go looking for death?"
At some point, a Small Bell had appeared in his hand. He gave it a gentle shake.
Clang! Clang!
Dragon-script and phoenix-seal characters flashed across the Small Bell in turn. Formless ripples gathered wildly and surged toward the low-grade Fourth-Order Puppet.
In an instant, the spiritual radiance filling the sky vanished. A crystalline shield appeared before the low-grade Fourth-Order Puppet. As though enduring invisible blows, it trembled without cease, countless deep gouges appearing across its surface...
Boom!
A force of magic power emerged, vast and powerful as a black hole. Every Core Formation cultivator present felt as though they had encountered a natural predator, their instincts shrieking warnings.
"A... a Nascent Soul monster?"
The Wang Clan ancestor's jaw nearly dropped. "That Rogue Cultivator... was a Nascent Soul monster in disguise?"
Cai Xiazi patted her chest. "To think... he was holding back against me earlier."
Huang Yuanzi said nothing. He turned into a streak of light and pursued Lingxiaozi.
He had long wanted to challenge Lingxiaozi with his sword. Why would he try to snatch the Heavenly Infant Fruit from a Nascent Soul monster and a Nascent Soul Puppet?
Rather than watch this fight, he would rob Lingxiaozi!
"He... he's a Nascent Soul cultivator?"
Zhan Hongxiu stared at Fang Qing, who radiated Nascent Soul magic power, her face full of disbelief. "Impossible... how long has it been since he broke through?"
"Damn it, that brat really fooled me... What a sly dog! A Nascent Soul pretending to be a Core Formation cultivator... and he even deceived the grand formation? No wonder he asked so many questions earlier..."
In her sea of consciousness, even Turtle Elder was speechless for a moment. "Little Hong... there's nothing for you here now. Take this chance