Upon hearing this, Yuan Kun and Mo Chen’s minds were imdiately flooded with thoughts, chaotic and uneasy, their expressions shifting unpredictably.
They knew full well that the strength of the barefoot young man before them was fathomless.
Though they hadn’t confronted him directly, witnessing him effortlessly kill Lie Feng and gravely injure Fairy Su Yun, his thunderous thods were truly beyond ordinary imagination.
Even if the three of them were to join forces in attack, upon careful consideration, the odds of victory seed exceedingly slim.
Though Xu Ping had just successfully killed a Middle Stage of Golden Core Demon Cultivator using his exquisite Talisman Array and sword light as a rainbow.
Yet, Xu Ping was rely an Early Stage Golden Core cultivator; ultimately, his internal Mana was limited. How many tis could he cast such powerful Magic?
Moreover, the strength difference between the two of them against Xu Ping and the barefoot youth was as disparate as between the clouds and mud; any misstep could result in falling dead on the spot.
"What, not even willing to take a lifeline?"
"Then I’ll go to the extra trouble to kill you both too!"
As he spoke, the barefoot young man’s gaze, filled with murderous intent, was like two tangible, icy blades, viciously sweeping over Yuan Kun and Mo Chen.
This gaze was like the arrival of frost, causing Yuan Kun and Mo Chen to instantly break out in cold sweat, a chill emanating from the depths of their hearts.
Listening to the young man’s words filled with killing intent, the expressions on their faces repeatedly flickered between red and white.
The struggle within was clearly manifest on their faces.
In the end, Yuan Kun gritted his teeth, cupped his fists toward Xu Ping, his face full of sha, and said, "Fellow Daoist Xu, sorry."
Having said this, he no longer spared Xu Ping another glance, turned around, and prepared to use Escape Light to flee the place.
Mo Chen saw this and, without hesitation, followed behind Yuan Kun, the two of them turning into strears of light, speeding towards the distance.
Xu Ping’s expression remained as calm as water, showing no sign of betrayal or anger at their desertion, only a faintly perceptible glint of coldness flickering deep within his eyes.
Just then, the barefoot young man saw this scene, and a mocking cold smile slowly curved at the corner of his mouth.
Imdiately, nurous small purple mist banners erged, wrapping around him snugly.
The next instant, the purple mist enveloping him and his person vanished into thin air.
When he appeared again, it was like a ghost behind Yuan Kun and Mo Chen.
At this mont, his face was impassive, his eyes icy cold, exuding a bone-chilling chill.
He gently lifted a finger, casually pointing, and the strange spikes instantly split into two, shooting rapidly at Yuan Kun and Mo Chen like two deadly teors!
"You broke your promise..."
Yuan Kun and Mo Chen were full of rage and shock, yet they didn’t have ti to use a magical treasure to defend, and the sharp spikes pierced through their hearts as if through no-man’s land.
Their eyes widened, filled with reluctance and fear, as a large amount of blood spurted from their mouths.
The peculiar spikes furiously churned within their bodies, instantly shredding their organs.
In an instant, Yuan Kun and Mo Chen lost all signs of life, their bodies plumting like kites with broken strings.
Xu Ping watched this scene with a cold face, his heart unperturbed.
Instead, taking advantage of the young man focusing on attacking Yuan Kun and Mo Chen, Mana surged around him, and he suddenly struck out with his sword.
In an instant, his sword tip burst forth with blinding brilliant light, and a mighty sword beam rose skyward.
Like a fleeting white rainbow, it enveloped a world-destroying imnse montum, crushing toward the barefoot young man.
Boom!
With a shattering boom resounding, the heavenly sword beam struck the purple mist enveloping the barefoot young man.
In an instant, light scattered everywhere, and strong energy fluctuations spread out like surging waves.
The sword beam and purple mist clashed fiercely, the point of impact erupting in a series of deafening roars.
But ultimately, the heavenly sword beam couldn’t overco the purple mist, breaking apart by itself and dissipating into the void as flecks of spiritual light.
"What kind of treasure is this?"
Seeing this, Xu Ping’s brow furrowed tightly, and his face grew increasingly grim.
Such powerful defensive power, even if a Late-Stage Golden Core grand cultivator were to co, it would undoubtedly take a considerable effort to break through.
"Hmph!"
Within the purple mist, the barefoot young man’s face showed no surprise, instead issuing a disdainful sneer.
He had long anticipated the power of Xu Ping’s sword, yet he had utmost confidence in his Purple Mist Banner.
Knowing that his Purple Mist Banner was among the top tier of Mid-grade exotic treasures, even if driven by Early Stage Golden Core Mana, an average Late-Stage Golden Core grand cultivator wouldn’t easily break it in a short ti.
"Go!"
Relying on the Purple Mist Banner’s indestructible defense, the barefoot young man attacked without hesitation.
He clasped his hands in a Magic Technique, reciting obscure and cryptic incantations.
A string of five-colored beads appeared abruptly in the void,
With his Magic Technique’s prompting, the five-colored beads instantaneously transford into rays of light, shooting toward Xu Ping.
Seeing this situation, Xu Ping’s face instantly turned extrely serious; the power of this treasure was clear in his mind.
Able to imprison the Mana of Fairy Su Yun, a Middle Stage Golden Core cultivator, demonstrating the power of these five-colored beads.
Once entangled by them, even he might only find his Mana imprisoned.
Thus, Xu Ping hesitated not, summoning a defensive treasure to stand before him.
Then, he activated the ’Cyan Wood Shield.’
In an instant, a heavy and warm spiritual light shield surged around his body, thoroughly enveloping him.
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