Bloody hands reached out from the surging Yellow Springs tide, pulling at Su Chan one after another.
Boom! Boom, boom!
But the corona formed from the power of Dao Rhythm around Su Chan bore an edict of utmost hardness and utmost yang. However many ghost hands reached toward it, they were all burned to ashes.
Bang! Bang, bang!
The Yellow Springs Ferryboat formed from Dugu Qingxiao's Sword Intent was different, however. It did not fear Su Chan's power of Dao Rhythm and repeatedly smashed apart the corona's halos formed from that power.
Clang! Clang, clang!
Just then, several streaks of Sword Light fell in succession from the blood moon in the sky.
Boom! Boom, boom!
This time, however, the streaks of Sword Light did not head toward Su Chan. Instead, they sliced open rifts in the void around him one after another.
Rumble...!
In an instant, great ghosts imprisoned in Yellow Springs Hell flew out through the rifts one after another, charging straight at Su Chan.
At first, Su Chan still defended himself with the Dao Rhythm Corona. But as the great ghosts grew more numerous and the Yellow Springs Edicts they unleashed became increasingly bizarre, his Primordial Spirit continued to suffer damage despite the corona's protection.
So he gave a cold laugh, raised his head toward the blood moon in the sky, and said:
"Martial Nephew Qingxiao, you truly deserve to be the master of Yellow Springs."
As he spoke, golden light suddenly shot from Su Chan's pupils.
Xu Taiping, who had been sensing him with Divine Sense all along, suddenly felt his heart tighten.
Why do Su Chan's pupils contain pure Great Sun and Moon Soul power?!
After only a brief moment of confusion, Xu Taiping's heart suddenly trembled, and he thought:
*Could those pupils of his... could