"Who said that?"
The Nascent Soul Cultivator immediately felt every hair on his body stand on end.
Instinctively, he tried to roll away, only to feel a burst of searing pain erupt from one side of his waist.
Boom!
A thunderous blast erupted alongside a burst of pale blue light.
The cultivator rolled back, only to see that half his waist had vanished.
"Chaoyun, Chenxuan, gather everyone at once! Someone is ambushing us!"
He circulated his spiritual power and projected his voice outward, all while staring as though facing a great enemy at the cultivator clad in black armor before him.
Meanwhile, the wound concealed beneath one hand was rapidly healing;
Cultivators were naturally brimming with vitality, and with the opportunity their Three Realms Sect had obtained not long ago, as long as he stalled for a little longer, he would be able to recover completely.
Although this ambusher had somehow used an eerie method to obscure his senses, that full-force strike had still failed to kill him. In a fight to the death, they could still battle it out.
"Bieyang, have you still not finished over there?"
As the two remained locked in a standoff, an impatient urging suddenly came from the side.
"I told you long ago that you'd only just broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, and your cultivation foundation isn't stable. You definitely couldn't guarantee a one-hit kill. You should've used another technique to seal this fellow's five senses instead. At least these cowards would definitely be the first to flee in that situation, making the follow-up much easier to handle..."
As he spoke, several figures strode over. The Three Realms Sect cultivator peered ahead with spiritual power reinforcing his sight, and his eyes immediately widened. His body trembled as if struck by lightning.
"T-This