The Rogue Cultivator of Xin Mountain's expression remained unchanged. He merely pointed casually, sending spiritual power surging around him and forcing back the approaching Corpse Puppet A Yuan.
For a moment, countless currents of chaotic spiritual power, Blade Qi, and Corpse Puppet A Yuan's corpse-baleful flames collided and roiled through the valley.
"Cough."
The Rogue Cultivator of Xin Mountain grunted, yet a mocking look suddenly appeared on his face.
His cultivation realm had not fallen in the slightest, and his strength remained intact. It was only his Divine Soul that had suffered severe damage.
Dealing with someone at the Foundation Establishment Realm Middle Stage and a Corpse Puppet was still as easy as turning his hand.
With a casual lift of his hand, scarlet spiritual power instantly gathered at his withered fingertips. Three wild streams of force shot out in succession.
They struck simultaneously at three places on Sheng Nian: his brow, his Dantian, and the right wrist holding his saber.
Painful Blood Finger!
Sheng Nian's expression sharpened, as though he had recognized the terror of this Method Formula.
He raised the Horizontal Saber, spiritual power pouring from his entire body and merging with the water flowing along its blade.
Spiritual light blazed along the blade, and its radiance transformed into a water dragon that swept horizontally with the saber.
Roar-!
A faint dragon's cry rose from the valley floor, and two of the Blood Fingers were cut down. But they were too fast; there was no time to block the last one.
Just then, A Yuan stepped across, slamming his towering body into that finger strike.
The force pierced A Yuan's shoulder, and his flesh instantly shriveled and withered, exposing stark white bone.
"That saber-an ancient treasure?!"
The Rogue Cultivator of Xin Mountain's eyes widened. For the first time,