Chen Beiwu frowned slightly and shot backward, with no intention of responding.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Sure enough, the instant Chen Beiwu activated his escape light, dozens of scarlet blood needles as fine as ox hair burst from the ground without warning.
These blood needles were not physical magical treasures, but condensations of blood baleful filth and venomous corpse qi. Insidiously vicious, they could taint a cultivator's true vapor and magic power, pierce protective magic power, and corrode the soul and Dao foundation. Their speed far exceeded a False Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense perception.
But Chen Beiwu's divine sense and movements were faster still. With just three rapid backward steps using Cangming Void-Treading, he evaded every one of the dozens of vicious blood needles.
"Sizzle! Sizzle!"
The blood needles plunged madly into the afterimage Chen Beiwu had left behind, corroding the ground into enormous, foul-smelling pits with no visible bottom.
At this sight, Xiang Yuanbai's expression shifted slightly, and wariness entered his gaze as he looked at Chen Beiwu.
Something was wrong. Nine parts out of ten were wrong.
Faced with the threat of a Nascent Soul True Lord and a False Nascent Soul cultivator, Chen Zi'ang was far too composed, as though he had them in the palm of his hand. Was Chen Zi'ang bluffing, or did he still have an unrevealed trump card capable of dealing with a Nascent Soul True Lord?
At this thought, Xiang Yuanbai took out an offensive magical treasure. His steps seemed to carry him forward, but in reality he was drawing back, leaving Blood Skeleton True Lord at the forefront. "Interesting. No wonder that useless fool had no confidence in taking you down."
Rather than growing angry at his failed ambush, Blood Skeleton True Lord clapped his hands and chuckled hoarsely.
Xiang Yuanbai's