But now that Baihuaxiang had unleashed her attack, things were different.
This strike already possessed the might of a god. Even Di Tian could no longer sit still; even he would have to use his full strength to block it.
Di Tian clenched his fists, feeling wary of the sky screen for the first time. Beings in that world were terrifying to such an extent, and this was only the Nascent Soul Stage.
He suddenly recalled that Ye Lingtian had previously said there were several realms above the Nascent Soul Stage, including Spirit Transformation.
And the Nascent Soul Stage ranked only fourth among all the immortal cultivation realms. If the fourth possessed the might of a god, how terrifying must the higher realms be?
All the Soul Masters before the sky screen fell utterly silent.
Yu Xiaogang trembled all over. He did not even dare think about it: if that strike had landed here just now, everyone present would probably have died.
On the hillside, Xiao Wu's face was filled with terror. If Little San went with someone like that, he might perish at any moment.
Tang San, hiding behind Baihuaxiang, was even more speechless at that moment, his face filled with fear. He had never imagined that the new big shot he had latched onto could be so ruthless.
Inside the great formation, Baihuaxiang finished unleashing her move and gave Ye Lingtian and Su Mingyue a cold look.
"Now you know how big the gap between the Nascent Soul Stage and the Golden Core Stage is, don't you? Granny used only thirty percent of her strength in that strike. Although you were lucky enough to dodge it, don't blame me, Granny, for getting angry next."
"What?! Thirty percent!" The powerhouses on the Douluo Continent were stunned when they heard this. That was only thirty percent? Just how powerful would she be at full strength?
The moment her words fell, Baihuaxiang shook her sleeves again. The dark green flower poison covering the mountains and plains condensed into a solid tidal wave that bore down on the two of them.
Su Mingyue gritted her teeth and met it first, slashing fiercely with her Scarlet Flame long saber, which was wreathed in scarlet saber light released with all her strength.
But as soon as it touched the edge of the foremost poison mist, the powerful saber light held out for only a few seconds before she was sent flying back.
A trace of the aftershock swept across her left shoulder, corroding a large hole straight through her heavenly silkworm silk robe.
Black, poisoned blood instantly seeped out. She grunted and staggered back several steps.
"We absolutely must not let this poison touch us." After handing Su Mingyue a healing pill, Ye Lingtian activated his Heavenly Dipper Sword Intent. Countless fine cyan sword threads filled the sky, shooting toward Baihuaxiang like a sudden downpour.
But Baihuaxiang did not even raise an eyelid. Several bright red flower petals flew from her palm and shielded her.
The incomparably sharp Heavenly Dipper Sword Intent struck the petals, yet left only a few scratches.
Baihuaxiang lightly took a step forward and casually sent a pink blade of light straight at Ye Lingtian.
Ye Lingtian's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly leaped aside. Though he dodged it, Baihuaxiang's eyes held a smile. "Did you think my attack was that easy to dodge?"
She raised a finger slightly, and the blade of light flew at Ye Lingtian again like a boomerang.
"Riiip!" Although Ye Lingtian tried to dodge, the blade of light still grazed his back. His cyan robe was sliced open in an instant, and a long, deep gash appeared across his back.
"Ngh!" Ye Lingtian grunted and quickly swallowed a pill to stop the bleeding.
Baihuaxiang deliberately tormented the two of them as though playing with monkeys, not even releasing her pressure.
After several exchanges, their injuries grew more and more severe. Su Mingyue had already suffered some injuries in her earlier fight with the Blood Soul Banner, and now her magic power was nearly exhausted. She did not even have the strength to attack.
Ye Lingtian was not much better off. Although he had pills to replenish himself and temporarily suppress his injuries, the more those injuries accumulated, the more magic power he had to expend in battle.
He could clearly feel the magic power in his body draining away at a tremendous speed. Let alone activating the Heavenly Dipper Sword Intent, even raising his hand now felt sluggish.
Even when they used every means at their disposal, hurling out their trump-card treasures one after another, including the Soul-Suppressing Golden Chain and the Heavenly Fire Blazing Sun Talisman, none of their attacks could damage Baihuaxiang's petals in the slightest.
Ye Lingtian glanced at Su Mingyue beside him, who could no longer fight, his eyes filled with resolve. After taking his last pill for replenishing spiritual power, he poured every last trace of spiritual power remaining in his body into the Clear Profound Sword.
The Clear Profound Sword erupted with dazzling cyan-gold light, and a condensed blade of sword Qi dozens of yards long tore through the air.
This was the last trump-card strike he had left, powerful enough to injure a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Seeing this, Baihuaxiang casually drew a petal over to shield herself.
Countless cyan-gold sword threads, bearing the Heavenly Dipper Sword Intent, converged into a blade of sword Qi that shot toward the petal like an impact drill.
"Clang!" A clear sword chime rang out as the sword Qi struck the petal, releasing a brilliant cyan-gold light.
The next second.
"Riiip!"
Baihuaxiang's pupils contracted sharply. Cracks had appeared across the petal before her, which had previously stood unshakable.
"Boom!" With a tremendous crash, the petal could no longer withstand the impact of the sword Qi. It turned into light and vanished into the air.
Baihuaxiang had not expected Ye Lingtian's attack to break through her defense. She had no time to release a protective magic shield and could only watch helplessly as the sword Qi rushed toward her.
"Did it hit?" Ye Lingtian watched anxiously, but the next second, Baihuaxiang's surprised expression turned into a cold smile.
"Clang!" Baihuaxiang seized the sword Qi in one hand, gripping that terrifying power so tightly that it could not advance an inch.
Seeing this, Ye Lingtian showed no disappointment. Instead, his face was perfectly calm, as though he had already guessed Baihuaxiang would do this.
Ye Lingtian gave a low shout: "Scatter!"
The sword Qi suddenly burst apart, turning into countless sword threads that rushed at Baihuaxiang.
Baihuaxiang's revolting face was instantly covered in countless cuts, and Tang San, behind her, fared no better.
Although Baihuaxiang blocked most of the attack, a few sword threads still struck him.
In just a few seconds, the sword threads left Tang San covered in wounds, his clothes in tatters, looking utterly wretched and ugly.
And whether by coincidence or for some other reason, the sword threads landed with pinpoint accuracy on a certain part of Tang San's body.
As searing pain shot through his lower body, Tang San could not help letting out a scream.
"Aah!!! My..."
"Shut up." Baihuaxiang frowned, casually knocked Tang San unconscious, and touched her cheek.
Feeling the stinging pain on her face, her expression darkened.
Her right hand clenched sharply, accompanied by a piercing sword chime.
The Clear Profound Sword shattered!
"Pfft!"
As the caster, Ye Lingtian did not escape unscathed. Already weakened, he immediately spat out a mouthful of dark blood, but he wore a smile.
After all, he had succeeded in injuring Baihuaxiang as a Golden Core cultivator.
"Damn it! You actually dared to hurt Granny's face!"
Baihuaxiang casually threw away the broken sword in her hand and looked at Ye Lingtian in fury.
At that moment, she could no longer concern herself with the consequences. All she wanted now was to kill Ye Lingtian to vent her anger.
In her rage, Baihuaxiang unleashed a green blade of light at full strength, slashing it toward Ye Lingtian.
Even an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator would not dare take this strike head-on, let alone Ye Lingtian, who was only at the Golden Core Stage.
Ye Lingtian had no strength left at this point and could only watch helplessly as the attack descended.
Yet there was not a trace of fear of death on his face. Instead, he silently slipped his hand into the storage pouch at his side.