At the sight, Wang Quan laughed heartily. "Your tongues are nowhere near as sharp as my magic treasures!"
He activated part of the power of the [White Bone Ring] and [Light-Splitting Mirror], sweeping it toward these Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators.
Originally, the power of these two magic treasures had been spread evenly throughout the vast [Northern Deep] City, so the pressure these Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators bore had not been all that great.
But now that Wang Quan deliberately targeted them, they immediately buckled.
Bang!
One Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivator exploded into a skyful of bloody mist, his shattered Yang Spirit trying to descend into the Underworld.
"As long as I escape into the Underworld, I can have the ancestors who became ghost gods avenge me and wash away this hatred."
But just as his Yang Spirit formed a hand seal and chanted an incantation to cast a spell, Wang Quan shook the [Seventy-Two Pentads Lamp].
Seventy-two kinds of light shone, and in an instant, the Yang Spirit turned to ash and vanished.
The other Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators screamed, blood pouring from their seven orifices as cracks appeared in their Yang Spirits and billowing black smoke rose from them.
"We're going to die!"
They despaired.
Wang Quan focused on them, applying a little more of the magic treasures' power to their bodies, and with that, they truly could not withstand it.
Just then, the ground of the [Northern Deep] estate suddenly split open. A stream of magma became a great dragon and soared into the sky, then circled overhead.
Several bizarre cultivators whose bodies were covered in heads stood on the great dragon.
They held bundles of Sandalwood Incense in their arms, their heads taking turns spitting out characters of Dao Script as they worshipped the magic treasure before