"First Soul Skill, Quake of the Cauldron." A massive golden cauldron appeared before Zhao Wuji, temporarily blocking his path toward Youquan.
"Move!" Zhao Wuji's temper flared after his path was blocked, and he slapped Xiaoxiao's golden cauldron aside with one palm.
Xiaoxiao refused to back down and circulated her Soul Power once more. "Second Soul Skill, Cauldron's Sway."
Three golden cauldrons surrounded Zhao Wuji again, the Three-Life Soul Suppressing Cauldron spinning around him.
Seeing the flames in Youquan's hand gradually take shape, Zhao Wuji's sense of unease intensified.
"Second Soul Skill, Great Strength Vajra Palm." Zhao Wuji struck out with his palm, sending the golden cauldrons flying once again.
Xiaoxiao suffered a backlash and staggered back more than ten steps. Ning Rongrong hurried forward to support her, preventing her from falling to the ground, then quickly took out the medicinal pills Youquan had prepared in advance and fed them to Xiaoxiao.
"Sorry, Sister Youquan. I did my best," Xiaoxiao said apologetically.
She was only a Soul Grandmaster. A serious Soul Saint was not someone she could withstand. Even with the memories of her past life, the gap in Soul Power was not so easily bridged.
Youquan activated Three Thousand Lightning Movement again, constantly evading Zhao Wuji's attacks.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Crush."
Youquan felt immense pressure bearing down on her from every direction. Her body was pulled uncontrollably toward Zhao Wuji, while the pressure closing in from all sides seemed ready to crush her to pieces.
Seeing that Youquan had yet to stop what she was doing, Zhao Wuji brought his enormous bear paw down toward her.
Yet, to Zhao Wuji's surprise, "Youquan" simply dissipated before his eyes.
"What?" Zhao Wuji stared at the scene before him in disbelief.
Zhao Wuji turned to look at the incense. Only the final