Chen Beiwu did not even glance at Yu Qianpo.
What made the Soul Refining Sect's Nascent Soul True Lords so troublesome was their endless sea of ghosts that wore opponents down, and their elusive split-soul escape transformations.
Yu Qianpo was indeed formidable. Even with Divine Sense far stronger than that of the Southern Wasteland's Nascent Soul Middle Stage True Lords, Chen Beiwu could not detect his whereabouts in a short time.
This also meant that, in an ordinary battle, a typical Nascent Soul Middle Stage True Lord facing Yu Qianpo would have to probe him repeatedly until they completely pinpointed his true body, then decide victory or defeat in a single stroke.
However, Chen Beiwu had the Nine-Breath Qi Ingestion Divine Ability to cheat with, allowing him to see fortune radiance with absolute clarity.
Under these circumstances, however profound and exquisite Yu Qianpo's concealment and transformations were, he stood out like a lamp in Chen Beiwu's eyes.
He needed only one Grotto-Heaven Calamity True Finger to kill Yu Qianpo before he could react, without even giving him a chance to bring out his last-resort trump cards. "This...!"
At the sight of Yu Qianpo's gruesome death, Yun Xi's expression shifted slightly, and he drove his escape light into a frenzied retreat.
What kind of joke was this?
Judging by his aura, Chen Zi'ang was merely a newly advanced Nascent Soul True Lord, yet a casual finger strike instantly unleashed a terrifying attack far beyond the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. Fortunately, that strike had targeted Yu Qianpo rather than him. Otherwise, caught off guard, he might well have suffered severe injuries.
"There really was a trap!"
Zhao Caixuan remained calm. Seizing the opportunity, she advanced rather than retreating and pointed two fingers like a sword at Chen Beiwu.
A pale pink aurora