In the span of a breath, his junior brothers Qingjue and Qingchi had died one after another. Qingshao's face went slightly pale as he glared furiously at Yang Huai.
"Demon!"
Yang Huai could not help but laugh at that.
When these people had wanted to gang up and kill him, they had not been nearly so hypocritical.
Suddenly, his expression shifted. Three crimson-black specks appeared behind Qingshao in an instant.
The red specks were utterly silent.
Yet in moments, they arrived before him and abruptly transformed into three interconnected spheres streaked black and red.
Lightning blossomed from within them.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!!
The next instant, three earth-shaking thunderclaps resounded through the valley. The area became a sea of crimson fire, as though even the void itself had been blown apart.
A canopy of five-colored mist appeared around Qingshao, blocking the terrifying lightning head-on.
At the sight, delight surged through his heart.
"No matter how formidable a junior you may be, won't you still die beneath my Scarlet Fire Divine Thunder Pearls?!"
The Scarlet Fire Divine Thunder Pearls had been refined from fire-element essence gathered between heaven and earth, mixed with several kinds of pure-yang thunder essence. Once detonated, their power was boundless. Even someone who had cultivated a Primordial Spirit would have their physical body blown to pieces if they rashly took this blow head-on.
"The power isn't bad, but the result is no more than this!"
At that moment, a voice came from behind him. Qingshao's soul nearly fled his body upon hearing it. His expression froze the next instant as a dazzling sword light suddenly emerged from the depths of his brow and cleaved him in two.
Yang Huai appeared, bathed in the divine radiance of the Innate Golden God Body. He glanced at the flames, lightning, and