Yan Wu-Xiu's face drained of color. How could this young man possess so many methods?
This was the first time in his life that he had felt death so close—closer than ever before.
Ever since the Luo Yang Immortal Sect had detected his Heaven Spiritual Root, everything had gone smoothly for him, until this day.
"No, if this continues, I'll truly perish here!"
"I'll stake everything on this!"
Yan Wu-Xiu's eyes turned bloodshot. Forming Mystic Gestures with both hands, he pointed at himself. Within his sea of consciousness, an illusory Nascent Soul phantom slowly emerged.
Then streams of radiance appeared and merged into his body.
In an instant, Yan Wu-Xiu's aura continued to soar. He seemed to have surpassed the Peak Nascent Soul level, yet had not reached Spirit Transformation!
A dense golden radiance emanated from his entire body. Mysterious runes flickered across every inch of his skin. Though his eyes were shut, he gave off an ancient, overwhelming aura.
Seeing this, Zhou Xun frowned slightly.
"Another Nascent Soul Source Secret Art!"
The last time Zhou Xun had battled True Monarch Zhenhai, Yan Wu-Xiu had used this divine ability as well.
His strength had surged immensely, nearly surpassing the bounds of the Nascent Soul Realm.
"Yan Wu-Xiu, are you courting death by activating the Nascent Soul Source Secret Art?"
"My life? Even if this old man falls here today, I'll drag you down with me!" His gaze sharpened as he spoke, and he instantly broke free from the Thousandfold Dark Light's restraints.
Then, his hand gestures shifted as he pointed at his life-bound golden sword.
At once, the winds and clouds churned, and streaks of golden light filled the sky.
Immediately afterward, a colossal golden sword hundreds of zhang long descended from the heavens. It exuded a heaven-destroying, earth-shattering pressure,