Since Wen Xuan and the other two had decided to make their move, they naturally intended to put Ying Wu to death.
Thus, the three of them did not probe or hold back in the slightest. They opened with killing moves, summoning their natal treasures at once.
Gu Huang's treasure was still that flying sword.
Wen Xuan wielded a stone staff treasure.
As spiritual power poured into it, the stone staff rapidly expanded, instantly stretching to a thousand zhang like a colossal pillar holding up the heavens.
The massive pillar gleamed with golden light, while countless crimson runes flowed across it like molten lava.
Though Wen Xuan appeared old and gaunt, he had actually taken the path of body cultivation.
Xi Fei's natal treasure was a magic artifact shaped like a flower basket.
The flower basket hovered above her head and erupted with tens of thousands of streams of light.
The streams drifted like colorful ribbons, stirring the black water below into a frenzy and rolling it into one water dragon after another.
This flower basket was clearly a water-element treasure. Fighting above water would naturally give it some advantage.
Facing the three men's ferocious advance, Ying Wu remained utterly unafraid.
Nine three-foot flying swords flew out of her storage ring in succession.
The nine swords did not spread out to meet the attack. Instead, they lined up in a row and spun at high speed, firing out streak after streak of Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi intertwined and merged, forming a sword shield a hundred zhang wide in the blink of an eye.
"Ye Hua, check the storage pouch. See whether there is any Spirit-Nurturing Dew or Blood Grudge Sand."
The storage pouch Wen Xuan had thrown earlier had reached a point ten zhang before them, behind the sword