The Might of the Third-Setting [Spirit-Energy Cannon] [Monthly Vote Request]

The first to charge forward was still the fearless Ran Kui, but this time was somewhat different.

The instant he rose from the ground, a phantom of a wine cup appeared around him, protecting his entire body. At the same time, a lock of a woman's... hair appeared in his hand.

"Sure enough, you're courting death."

Crossing-Sea Old Devil sneered, but his hands did not stop moving.

Spiritual energy coiled around his hands. He then pressed his palms together before his chest, and several dozen yards ahead of him, two Dharma swords formed from black mist appeared, one on either side, stabbing straight toward Ran Kui.

They tore through countless black clouds.

Previously, Ran Kui had exhausted every means at his disposal to resist each of Crossing-Sea Old Devil's killing moves. Yet this time, he did not dodge in the slightest.

Holding the black hair, he simply charged straight ahead.

Fearless in the face of death—or rather, marching straight toward it.

Crossing-Sea Old Devil naturally assumed that Ran Kui meant to risk his life. His heart immediately settled, for once those two Dharma swords pierced that bastard's body, they would instantly drain away all his spiritual energy.

But at that very moment—

Accompanied by a soft ding—

Those two black Dharma swords were actually blocked by the seemingly frail and dim phantom of the wine cup!

Crossing-Sea Old Devil instantly became alert, because from the aura spilling from that wine cup, he sensed a familiar presence. That aura had a shared name: Nascent Soul old monsters!

In other words, a Nascent Soul cultivator stood behind this brat!

Otherwise, where could he have obtained such a defensive treasure?

Immediately afterward, phantoms of wine cups also lit up around Feng Zhitáo and Yun Qianzai. They stepped onto their Flying Boats and charged