Mighty power erupted.
That sword had no flashy trajectory.
It simply extended forward evenly...
The sword tip condensed a microcosm of the cycle of the four seasons.
Chen Xinjie's Vast Sea Power shattered like thin ice before that strike. The four-colored radiance pierced through his defenses and blasted into his body.
His entire body flew backward. His feet plowed two deep trenches across the stone platform before he finally dropped to one knee, spraying blood over the flagstones before him, its scarlet brilliance glaring.
Chen Xinjie flew into a rage.
He suddenly raised his head, the last trace of reason in his eyes utterly burned away.
With a flip of his right hand, a mass of azure radiance erupted from his palm. It rapidly expanded, condensed, and took shape, becoming the phantom of an entirely azure helmet inscribed with ancient patterns.
A divine artifact—the Sea God Helmet—appeared.
This was an imitation forged by Tang San.
Though it could not compare to a true Sea God divine artifact, it was still one of the finest Soul Tools in the world, enough to elevate the combat power of a Peak Quasi-God another level.
"Tell me everything!"
Chen Xinjie's voice was hoarse and violent.
"Otherwise, even if Yun Ming returns today..."
"I will still suppress you!"
At those words, Cao Xin sneered.
He did not answer.
He merely dismissed the Ruthless Sword in his hand.
His Martial Soul, the Sentimental Sword, emerged.
A crystalline longsword lit up in his palm, colorful halos flowing over its blade like a stirred rainbow.
The next instant, light burst forth.
Those colored rays erupted.
They turned into countless fine strands of light, passing through the azure shield around Chen Xinjie and plunging straight into his Sea of Spirit.
In an instant, Chen Xinjie fell into his memories.