Three masses of spiritual light shone on the left, the inky baleful aura in their midst especially terrifying.
Qing Chen wore the Dragon Robe in Battle Armor and stood on black clouds, his Pojun Battle Halberd angled toward the sea. Fourteen blood marks wound and roamed along its shaft like living things.
Baleful aura gushed from the halberd's tip like beacon smoke soaring into the heavens, piercing straight through the clouds and staining the surrounding storm clouds dark red.
To Qing Chen's left, True Person Budong stood quietly.
A faint golden light wreathed him like a bodhisattva descended into the mortal world. Clearly, he had driven both his fleshly body and true essence to their limits, his aura approaching the late Vajra realm.
On the right, black vapor surged around Grand Elder Wan Hun, his white hair whipping wildly under the spiritual pressure. The darkness in his eyes was denser than before, and his minor completion late Golden Core cultivation was on full display.
Opposite them, demonic baleful energy surged skyward from three masses of spiritual light.
The man on the left wore a purple-scaled robe, his face sinister as a hawk's. A serpent-shaped mark embedded between his brows gave off an eerie air. He was none other than the Eight Serpent Sect Master, with peak mid Golden Core cultivation.
The Radiant Night Palace Master on the right was a familiar face, still clad in robes whiter than snow, her silver hair like frost, resembling an immortal maiden from the moon palace.
She had not wanted to face Qing Chen again.
Unfortunately, Zhaoshenzi, Sect Master of the Illuminating Deity Sect, had intervened.
This Pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator possessed a formidable reputation and heaven-reaching abilities. He was a ruthless figure ranked thirty-second among the two hundred experts on Gou Wu's Dragon-Tiger Ranking,