You Talk Too Much

"If we can't kill them within a hundred breaths, we retreat."

Gu Sheng's voice rang in Ling Xiao's mind.

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and nodded. The golden bowl suddenly tripled in size, its surface covered in densely packed Sanskrit characters.

He no longer held back. Every strike carried the force of dragons and elephants.

Shen Hua's sword qi struck his body, yet it could only cut through the skin. The wounds healed on their own in the blink of an eye.

"This recovery ability..." Shen Hua grew more alarmed the longer they fought.

"Could it really be the legendary Undying Saint Body?"

Elsewhere, Wei Feng and Gu Sheng had already fought to a fever pitch.

"Within a hundred breaths, I'll take your life!"

Gu Sheng's voice was as cold as ice.

Wei Feng was so enraged that he laughed instead, the spirit sword in his hand humming and trembling.

"A mere Earth Palace Realm ant dares speak so arrogantly?"

Before his words had faded, Wei Feng's expression suddenly changed.

He felt the Spiritual Power within him moving sluggishly, as though it had sunk into a swamp.

Only then did he realize that the magnetic field here was chaotic, suppressing his strength to less than half.

"So that's how it is."

Wei Feng's eyes darkened, but the gloom was quickly replaced by ferocity.

"Even with only thirty percent of my strength left, killing you will be no different from slaughtering a dog!"

Whoosh!

A bloody sword qi tore through the air, gouging ravines into the ground wherever it passed.

Gu Sheng neither dodged nor retreated. The Primordial Samsara Bell above his head shone brilliantly as he took the strike head-on.

Clang—

The bell's chime shook the heavens, and the shockwave ground all the surrounding rubble into dust.

Blood seeped from