Xu Linglong narrowed her eyes slightly and gave Yuyang Daozi a couple of looks.
By ordinary reasoning, Yuyang Daozi's cultivation was lower than Chu Xingchen's. Whether she killed or captured someone first, he should have been her priority.
But the man had practically come wearing half the Great Dao Sect's finest Dharma Treasures.
He surely had plenty of emergency teleportation Dharma Treasures on him as well. Capturing him would probably be far harder than capturing Chu Xingchen.
Chu Xingchen thought he had seized an opening, but hadn't she also seized the opening he had exposed?
Xu Linglong tightened her grip on her pitch-black longsword. Today, she would see just what Chu Xingchen, whose fortune was indistinct and uncertain, like primordial chaos, was really made of.
"Moon-Swapping Shadow-Shifting."
Xu Linglong's voice remained eager as she raised her black longsword and slashed at Chu Xingchen from afar.
As the sword rose, a pitch-black moon rose behind Xu Linglong, blotting out the sky and sun.
As the sword fell, the pitch-black moon burst with radiant light, turning into endless black currents that surged toward him.
Chu Xingchen raised his eyes slightly and held Myriad Forms upright, calling out:
"Luo Yu Great Art!"
Righteousness Qi rippled from the tip of Myriad Forms and swept toward the black currents to annihilate them.
But the black currents were unlike ordinary Spiritual Power, which Righteousness Qi would destroy or scatter with a single stroke. These currents seemed to have an unusual structure; after being struck by Righteousness Qi, they scattered, splashing in every direction.
In mere moments, almost everything around them had been stained by the black currents.
Yuyang Daozi also pressed forward, the Spirit Treasure in his hand turning into something like lightning in an instant as he shouted coldly:
"Divine Art-Nine Heavens Thunder!"
Crimson lightning