The wall of air before Gu Zhiruo suddenly exploded. Nine sonic blades, like nine chains, whistled shrilly as they moved to coil around Gu Jianchun's limbs.
Yet Gu Jianchun advanced instead of retreating, his left hand swiftly forming the Purple Rosy Clouds Seal.
In an instant, purple rosy clouds blanketed the entire arena, their radiance dazzling.
The instant Gu Zhiruo lost her footing, the Lesser Rosy Cloud Sword split her jade flute like a bolt of lightning.
The tremendous impact hurled Gu Zhiruo to the ground, sending her tumbling several times.
Trembling, she climbed to her feet and put away her damaged jade flute.
By then, Gu Jianchun's Purple Cloud Sword qi had already torn through the front of her spirit artifact Daoist robe, exposing a patch of snow-white skin that reflected the cold light.
Gasps erupted throughout the crowd, and everyone marveled at what a jade-skinned beauty she was.
Gu Zhiruo knew she no longer had the strength to fight. Her face full of regret, she could only withdraw in embarrassment.
Elsewhere, just as Daoist Qingshan circulated the magic power throughout his body, intending to use the Golden Lotus Body-Protecting Art to withstand Miao Long's lethal saber strike, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his right shoulder, as though a pointed awl had been driven viciously into it.
Before he could react, a strand of blood-red crystallized magic power had pierced into his body.
This was pseudo-core-level crystallized magic power, at least half again as powerful as that of a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator. Breaking through a mere protective spell took less effort than blowing away dust.
"Pfft!"
Daoist Qingshan spat out a mouthful of blood. His protective spiritual light instantly dimmed like a dying candle in the wind.
Seizing his chance, Miao Long closed in. The muscles