"Old beggar woman, take your filthy hands off!" In the Celestial Man's eyes, Bei Xian'er was nothing more than beautiful flesh and white bones. With a furious shout, he suddenly thrust out one of his six arms. The arm transformed into a mountain range and crashed down upon Bei Xian'er's tentacles. With a sizzling sound, the tentacles immediately collapsed, turning into blue streaks threaded with gold. With another open mouth, the Celestial Man sucked in the thin blue phantom formed from those golden-threaded streaks.
"Th-this is..." Watching the blue phantom fly away, Bei Xian'er was greatly shocked. Before her cry could leave her lips, the Celestial Man's other mouth opened again. Behind the golden threads, a faint blood-colored phantom emerged.
"Damn it!" Bei Xian'er roared. The golden threads exploded all at once with a series of pops, blocking the Celestial Man's suction. The blood phantom immediately vanished.
Boom! Just as the blood phantom disappeared, two of the Celestial Man's arms suddenly reached out from behind it, landing directly upon the seven-colored space.
"Break!" the Celestial Man roared. His two huge hands, so thin that only bones remained, bizarrely seized hold of space. As his arms exerted force, space tore apart like Silk Brocade. The crack swiftly widened, spreading toward Bei Xian'er's godlike figure.
Bei Xian'er snorted coldly. Huge reefs appeared like stars, then crashed toward the Celestial Man like meteors. The meteors howled through the air, making the entire space tremble. They were quite unlike the earlier phenomena.
"Falling rocks again?" the Celestial Man sneered. "Worthy of an old beggar woman—your methods have remained unchanged through the ages. Can't you come up with anything else?"
As he spoke, three-colored radiance sprayed from his three heads, tearing apart the seven-colored halo barrier. His six arms swung out together, smashing the reefs