Seeing this, Xu Qiansui fiercely raised the golden spear in his hand. The Spirit Runes across his body activated, and white light at the spearhead surged wildly as he thrust with all his strength at the ghost claw.
Clang!
The golden spear collided with the ghost claw. White light and icy black qi erupted in an instant, violent shockwaves sweeping in every direction. The entire cabin was shattered, wood splinters flying everywhere.
After unleashing his full strength, Xu Qiansui possessed power close to that of an Inferior Nascent Soul.
However, his opponent was no Inferior Nascent Soul. The next moment, he felt an immense force rebound through the spear shaft. The golden spear nearly flew from his grip, and his body staggered backward uncontrollably, his feet crushing the floorboards inch by inch.
Yet this sight shocked Wuchang even more.
One had to know that he was a Superior Nascent Soul. Yet his full-force strike had been forcibly blocked by a cultivator who had not even reached the Nascent Soul Realm.
Even if the other party had been injured, it was still somewhat unbelievable.
On the other side, Xu Jiuyou's situation was entirely different.
He possessed genuine Nascent Soul strength to begin with. Facing the dark-pattern threads winding toward him from Mo Yan, the nine centipedes behind his back danced nimbly.
The centipedes coiled around the dark-pattern threads. Their barbs flashed with cold light and tore the dense threads apart.
Green venom sprayed across the remaining threads, corroding the rest away completely until they became wisps of black smoke and dispersed.
Before Mo Yan could react, one centipede rushed before him and bit into his shoulder. Deadly poison flooded into his body instantly, too fast to evade.
"Ah!"
Mo Yan let out a shrill scream. The spiritual power within him fell