Hun Changqing refused to sit and wait for death. Enduring the agonizing pain Gu Xun'er's kick had left in his body, he forced himself to concentrate and activated his Emperor Realm Soul.
Silver light instantly burst from Hun Changqing's brow, and mysterious soul energy, its form impossible to discern, began spreading around him.
Then, behind Hun Changqing, it gathered into an enormous dark-yellow Demon Statue with three heads and eight arms.
"Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath!"
With a thought, eerie light flashed in Hun Changqing's eyes, and he shouted.
The Demon Statue behind him also opened its three gaping, blood-red mouths and unleashed an earth-shaking roar.
The terrifying energy within that roar made souls shudder violently.
Gu Xun'er's soul had yet to reach the Emperor Realm. Faced with this soul sound wave, she too suffered a tremendous impact, and her hand faltered.
Seeing this, Hun Changqing hurriedly twisted aside, moving the vital point her fist had targeted out of its path.
Although Gu Xun'er's fist carried little killing intent and she had not come to take his life, she certainly intended to grievously injure him. If that blow landed squarely, Hun Changqing would lose his ability to resist and be left at her mercy to humiliate. How could he surrender without a fight? He absolutely refused to experience what had happened in the Gu Clan back then a second time.
Yet although he had protected his vital point, Gu Xun'er's fist still struck him.
"Pfft!"
The blow punched straight through Hun Changqing's chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood shimmering with silver light, then flew backward.
Only after hurtling nearly a thousand meters did Hun Changqing barely steady himself in midair. He coughed up blood violently, and a fist-sized bloody hole had appeared in his chest.
Scorching supreme yang true