Xu Qingtong had failed to block the blow for the Clan Chief, but discovered that the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator had already fallen under the Clan Chief's Cursing Technique!
"Xiao Qi, catch the Clan Chief, quick!"
After calling to Xiao Qi, Xu Qingtong summoned the Fengyi Sword like lightning. His Magic Power poured madly into it like water through a breached dam.
"Fire Phoenix, slash!"
The Fengyi Sword vanished from its spot in a flash. When it appeared again, it was already before the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator.
Sensing danger, the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator hastily mobilized his Magic Power, trying to break free of the Cursing Technique's restraints. But the Fengyi Sword seemed unwilling to give him that chance. With a wet thud, it pierced his body!
Then Fire Phoenix controlled the Fengyi Sword, wantonly destroying the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator's vitality.
"Boy, I, Leng Yuan, will remember you. I will repay today's grudge another day!"
Left with no choice, the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator Leng Yuan could only send his Nascent Soul fleeing out of his body. Leaving behind a threat, his Nascent Soul teleported a hundred zhang away and vanished from Xu Qingtong's sight in the blink of an eye.
Xu Qingtong shook his head, sent out a Blood-Soul Restriction Talisman to seal Leng Yuan's body, and put it away. Looking down, he saw the Clan Chief lying on the ground, with Xiao Qi standing beside him.
"Clan Chief, are you all right?" Xu Qingtong landed beside Si Yuanzhi and asked urgently.
Si Yuanzhi shook his head slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Xu Qingtong hurriedly took out a bottle of pills, poured one out, and slipped it into the Clan Chief's mouth. Then he circulated his Magic