"Courting death!"
Wang Qiuyue snorted coldly, her hands swiftly transforming into massive dragon claws.
She struck twice through the air with both palms. At once, two phantom dragon claws dozens of zhang tall appeared from nowhere, lunging straight at Xiang Rong and the others.
Xiang Rong's expression suddenly tightened.
The might of those two phantom dragon claws far exceeded his expectations. They were absolutely not techniques an Integrated Body Early Stage cultivator could wield!
But the situation left him no time to think.
A three-foot-tall shield abruptly appeared before him.
The shield swelled at the sight of wind, instantly expanding into a hundred-zhang giant.
Golden light gleamed across its surface, like an impregnable wall of bronze and iron, sheltering Xiang Rong and the sixteen Jia Family members behind it.
"Boom—"
The two phantom dragon claws slammed into the shield, unleashing an earthshaking roar.
In an instant, a terrifying aftershock swept outward. Heaven and earth changed color, fierce winds howled, and spiritual energy surged.
The golden light on the shield flickered violently before abruptly beginning to dim.
Xiang Rong's pupils shrank sharply. Under his horrified gaze, the shield rapidly contracted, returning to three feet in size before flying far away.
The two phantom dragon claws had likewise exhausted their force and dispersed. But Bai Wei's attack followed close behind. A glistening, crystalline cold gleam flashed forth, shooting like a venomous snake toward Xiang Rong's throat.
Xiang Rong opened his mouth slightly, and a small flag flew out.
Before the flag could be activated, the cold gleam had already reached him.
When it struck the small flag, the cold gleam suddenly scattered apart, transforming into drops of transparent water that shot toward the surrounding Jia Family cultivators.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."
The sounds of flesh being pierced rang out in succession.
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