"I never thought you still had a sword artifact! That truly lay beyond this old man's expectations!" The soul cultivator clapped his hand and took out a palm-sized flag from the brocade pouch at his waist. He said coldly, "Had this old man not prepared a measure beforehand, I might have capsized in a gutter today!"
The voice was clear and standard, unmistakably the language of the Three Cultivation Kingdoms.
"Go~" Xiao Hua did not waste words with him. The Spirit Severing Primordial Light flew out from the sword gourd again and twisted toward his head!
"Whoosh~" The soul cultivator was utterly unafraid. With a flick of the flag in his hand, a sheet of black smoke arose directly above his head. When the Spirit Severing Primordial Light fell into it, it was as though it had sunk into a swamp, unable to move.
"Die!!!" Green light flickered all around the soul cultivator. Following his furious roar, a mouthful of emerald radiance rushed into the flag. His face immediately shriveled, as though he had consumed his life essence, aging by more than ten years. His entire body even bent somewhat.
Yet when that green light landed on the black flag, the flag's black aura surged. One corner of the flag swept toward Xiao Hua. A faint, nearly invisible streak of black light flashed past, and Xiao Hua was suddenly overcome by dizziness. Heaven and earth spun around him, and he stood blankly in midair like a wooden man, utterly without awareness...
"Hahaha~" Zi Yan had long been watching this place from afar. Seeing Xiao Hua restrained by the soul cultivator and Fairy Hongxia's group about to be torn apart by the divine guards, he could not help bursting into wild laughter!
However, at that very moment, Zhu Meng and Mountain