As Hun Changqing's startled cry rang out, a dazzling white light flashed from his other Storage Ring. Towering white flames surged out and spread rapidly, yet their appearance did not raise the surrounding temperature. Instead, the air grew even colder.
Waves of icy air battered the enormous palm imprint that blotted out the sky as it reached for Hun Changqing. The giant palm, which had previously swept aside everything in its path and destroyed every attack on contact, actually slowed under the obstruction of those white flames.
As the giant palm was held back, the ethereal, illusory figure of an old man slowly emerged from Hun Changqing's Storage Ring. The terrifying soul pressure emanating from him left even Gu Ming aghast.
Upon seeing that illusory figure and sensing the aura radiating from him, Gu Ming was shocked and could not help crying out.
"A soul body? A soul body at the Nine Revolutions Dou Zun Realm?!"
This illusory soul body was none other than Yao Chen.
"Little Changqing, how did you manage to provoke such a terrifying expert while I was taking a nap? Though his strength falls short of mine at my prime, he's already begun compressing his Dou Qi. Fighting him won't be easy."
The moment Yao Chen appeared, he naturally sensed the formidable aura emanating from Gu Ming and teased Hun Changqing, who had summoned him. Despite saying that the opponent would be difficult to handle, his expression remained relaxed, without a trace of solemnity. Clearly, he had great confidence in his current condition.
Hun Changqing took a deep breath and spoke to Yao Chen with a grave expression.
"Some things happened, and he set his sights on me. I wanted to see if I could stand against him with the strength of a Peak Dou Zong,