The Daoist in feathered robes and a star crown was no weakling either, yet Zhang Yu had slain him with a single sword stroke. The Nether City cultivators who witnessed this scene all felt their hearts leap.
Having sensed the threat to their lives, how could they dare let Zhang Yu close in? The people who had seemed barely able to hold off the Treasure Dragons immediately unleashed their methods, driving away or dispersing those constructs. Then they each hurled all manner of immobilizing and restraining divine abilities at Zhang Yu, attempting to suppress him.
All kinds of divine abilities and Dao techniques landed upon Zhang Yu, instantly igniting resplendent lights of every color. Yet none of these methods had the slightest effect. They were either dissolved by that layer of purple radiance or blocked outside by the layer of silver light over his body, unable to hinder him in the least.
Zhang Yu paid them no heed. Since he had dared to charge out and kill directly this time, he naturally had something to rely on. Purple-Star Cinnabar and Heavenly Unity Heavywater were both protective treasures bestowed by the Profound Court. Heavenly Unity Heavywater in particular could even ward off the power of an Xuanzun—why would he fear the siege of cultivators on his own level?
To put it plainly, so long as no higher-realm methods descended, he could run rampant here as he pleased.
He had already rushed before the second cultivator. Having seen the fates of the men before him, how could this person dare face Zhang Yu head-on? He hurriedly withdrew and flew backward.
But someone at the side suddenly changed expression and urgently sent him a warning: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, you cannot retreat!"
Yet it was already too late. The retreating cultivator surnamed Zhu inexplicably