It turned out that the giant hand above Chang Yu's head had merely been bait to lure the enemy, nothing but an empty shell. In his haste, Chang Yu had fallen into the newcomer's trap.
Chang Yu's fleshly body shattered, blood and flesh scattering everywhere. Amid the flying gore, a blood-colored infant about a foot tall flew out from the crown of Chang Yu's head. The Nascent Soul held a shuttle-shaped magic treasure in its hands, its face taut with anxiety. Light had just begun to flicker around the Nascent Soul's body as it tried to activate the magic treasure, but though the treasure's radiance flashed several times, the flying shuttle trapped within the halo could not break free. The Nascent Soul spat out a mouthful of true essence onto the shuttle in its hands, and the Primordial Qi in the surrounding heavens and earth condensed into a hurricane that poured into it. Alas, the shuttle had only just taken shape when, before it could fly away, the great hand that had crushed the fleshly body rose again and enveloped Chang Yu's Nascent Soul. Chang Yu could no longer spare any thought for retaliation. Light flashed wildly around him, and nearly half his body rapidly dissipated, as though he intended to use teleportation to flee. At that very moment, Lan Dianzi opened his mouth. "Whoosh..." A sword-like streak of golden light shot out, slashing across the sky. With a "Pfft..." it plunged into the Nascent Soul's body. Chang Yu's infant body, which had just vanished, reappeared, rapidly shrinking toward the golden light.
"Then die!" Seeing that he was no match for them and knowing there was no path to survival, Chang Yu roared. "Boom..." His entire infant body exploded. "Senior Qingxu, quickly! Do not let him draw anyone else's attention..."