With a mournful "Caw!", the Phoenix Dharma Body was actually sent flying, landing far away at the other end of Vermilion Bird Hall.
Xiao Hua sucked in a sharp breath. This was the first time his Phoenix Dharma Body had been struck so brutally, and a piercing pain flared through his chest as well.
Yet the downward momentum of the Prajna Heavy Sword in Xiao Hua's right hand did not change... The Ghost Cultivator snorted coldly, and a pitch-black round shield, like a mirror, appeared in his hand.
With a resounding clang, the Prajna Heavy Sword struck the round shield, cracking it with fine fissures. At the same time, Xiao Hua seemed to be hit by an immense force. His body lost its balance and was flung sideways. Yet at that very moment, firelight flared again in his hand, and he slapped his palm onto the shrinking mist. With a sizzle, just as expected, the Samadhi True Fire could not ignite the green mist.
"Ha... still refusing to give up..." Though the Ghost Cultivator mocked him, his voice was somewhat weak. Clearly, he had been injured by Xiao Hua. But no sooner had he spoken than the green mist gathered around him, looking like a green robe. At that moment, Xiao Hua's unbalanced body happened to face him. Xiao Hua opened his mouth, and a spark of crimson flame shot forth. The instant it emerged, it streaked like a meteor through the Ghost Cultivator's green mist and plunged into his body.
"Ah???" The Ghost Cultivator had clearly not taken this heatless flame seriously. But when he saw the crimson flame fly into his body, he was instantly horrified. The mist that had become his green robe churned violently again, wrapping around him anew. "How could you still have time?" Xiao