Turn, Precious Treasure? Get Down Here First!

At the center of the execution platform.

Yu Yuan was tightly bound by several chains of Dharma power.

He was a towering man, his skin faintly gleaming with the dark luster of metal. Even with his Dharma power restrained, the aura of his physical body remained terrifyingly powerful.

Blades slashed.

Swords struck.

Lightning fell.

Fire burned.

Everything had been tried.

Yu Yuan was still alive.

He even had the strength to sneer.

"Is this all West Qi can do?"

Quite a few Qi Practitioners nearby wore ugly expressions.

This man was truly tough.

Ordinary Dharma treasures could barely break his skin when they struck his neck.

Even when they managed to leave a wound, it healed again before long.

If this continued, they would have to replace the execution platform before killing him.

Daoist Lu Ya finally stepped forward.

When Yu Yuan saw the crimson gourd in his hand, his gaze became solemn for the first time.

"Lu Ya?"

"It is I."

Lu Ya's tone was calm.

"Fellow Daoist Yu Yuan's physical body is indeed remarkably formidable."

"Unfortunately."

"No matter how strong the flesh, it cannot protect everything."

Yu Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Lu Ya held the Immortal-Slaying Gourd in his palm.

The gourd's mouth opened of its own accord.

A thread of white light slowly rose from within.

At the forefront of the white light, an odd thing with brows and eyes vaguely appeared.

Yu Yuan only took one look.

An incomparably intense pain shot through his Primordial Spirit.

That thing had fixed its gaze on him.

Beyond the execution platform.

Lin Yuan had silently moved into the optimal position.

He did not charge in at once.

The Treasure-Dropping Coin was concealed in his sleeve.

His Mystic Thunder Eyes were locked firmly onto that white light.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying