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Bao Nansong caught only a faint, barely discernible phantom streak of fire in his field of vision.
At this moment of life and death, Bao Nansong's danger sense as a high-rank Soul Master took effect, and instinct drove his body to make the only response it could.
He roared and instantly activated his strongest physical defensive skill.
"Sixth Soul Ring (black)-Silk Mountain Layers!"
The luminous "clothing" armor covering him instantly grew thick and solid, like ancient silk manuscripts pressed together over a thousand years. Earthen-yellow light blazed as he tried to form a phantom giant shield before him, its overlapping layers shaped like mountain ranges.
Yet, sturdy as Silk Mountain Layers was, it still fell short before that Flame Prison Realm-Breaking Shuttle.
Shhk!
The ten-thousand-year throwing knife, imbued with the power of Layered Flames and the essence of the Bone-Piercing Nail, tore through the boundary with overwhelming momentum, forcibly ripping apart the "silk mountains" formed from layer upon layer of silken light. A piercing tearing sound rang out as the defense was breached!
Had Bao Nansong not relied on his survival instinct at the final, most perilous instant, exhausting every ounce of strength to force his body one step sideways, that throwing knife burning with fire-cloud hues would not have pierced his shoulder blade. It would have buried itself deep in his throat.
Moreover, even though the knife had now been pulled out, its accompanying Soul Scorching Lure effect still ravaged him. His soul felt as though flames were licking it, bringing indescribable agony and mental torment.
Now, the throwing knife that had inflicted all that pain and threatened his life hovered calmly between Li Xunhuan's slender fingers, its subdued fire-cloud sheen flowing across it as though it