"Extreme Yin, you are merely a Mahayana cultivator. How dare you utter such wild boasts before two Tribulation Transcendence cultivators?" Qingxuanzi glared furiously at Song Wen, as though he wished he could devour his flesh and gnaw his bones.
However, perhaps because Daoist Nun Suwei had previously ordered him not to interfere, Qingxuanzi was furious but ultimately did not dare to make a move.
"Yapping like a dog! I would like to see just how many Death-Substitute Puppets and Teleportation Talismans you have!" Daoist Nun Suwei shouted sternly.
Green Bamboo immediately shot out several green beams, sweeping toward Song Wen and nearly sealing off every direction in which he could flee.
A blood-red crystal suddenly appeared in Song Wen's hand.
The crystal shattered, and a hundred figures split from Song Wen's body, darting in different directions.
More than a dozen of the figures were struck by the green beams and instantly dissolved into blood mist, but even more figures scattered in every direction.
At the sight, Suwei gritted her teeth in hatred.
This "Extreme Yin" truly had one life-preserving method after another.
Had she not set up the trapping formation beforehand, she and Qingxuanzi might not have been able to kill him.
Green Bamboo immediately changed.
Instead of firing thick beams, it released streams of green light as thick as little fingers. Like a dense rainstorm, they blanketed the dozens of "Song Wens," indistinguishable between real and false.
Yet before those streams of light could draw near, the number of "Song Wens" suddenly surged again. A full thousand more figures appeared, even outnumbering the green streams of light.
Suwei's face darkened like still water.
"Qingxuanzi, join me. Let us take down Extreme Yin first."
"Fine."
Qingxuanzi's eighteen Corpse-Suppressing Nails had long been poised to strike. The instant he finished speaking,