At Jiangyang's border, a brilliant sea of fire rose, lighting half the sky. Surging fire essence power churned, burning the mountain forests and kindling a raging wildfire.
Liu Xiaowen had already used the Essence-Burning Talisman. The cultivator sent by the Shen Household was at the eighth level of Qi Refining; caught suddenly by the talisman, he suffered serious injuries. The cultivators beside him had all been burned to ashes in that sea of fire.
"Foundation Establishment Talismans-even our clan only has two, and those were bestowed by the Cloud Dew Gate."
Shen Deguan's heart sank slightly. His hair was white, his face like withered wood. Though he had reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, he had been trapped there for years. His cultivation had declined rather than advanced, sinking like a river running downhill, and he was far inferior to Shen Dezheng.
Having heard of their extraordinary abilities, he had not dared underestimate them. Only now, confronting them himself, did he realize this group was more than ordinarily troublesome.
Water Virtue Orbs of Ren Water and Kan Water, assorted magical artifacts, a Foundation Establishment Talisman, and the secret art used by those Liao People—how could Shen Deguan have imagined that a few cultivators at the fourth and fifth levels of Qi Refining could wield such power?
What he held was merely a high-grade Qi Refining artifact: a compass forged entirely from red copper and engraved with dragon patterns. As it turned, countless streaks of red lightning raced out, barely managing to encircle the group before him.
The Foundation Establishment Talisman was still displaying its might. The brilliant sea of fire burned downward, leaving Shen Deguan in a wretched state, but his compass kept the group firmly pinned, yielding not an inch.
Zhang Yu rode a cloud, shielding old boatman