CLANG! A sound like striking iron rang out as the sharp tip of the sword carved a deep gash into the armor, continuing to penetrate deeper.
SWOOSH! Finally sensing the threat of death, Dickens' Nascent Soul retreated like a bolt of lightning, naturally withdrawing the sword that had been plunged into Zhang Bin's chest. It left behind a deep wound, at the bottom of which lay stark white bone, marked only by a faint scratch. Miraculously, the wound began healing at a rapid pace, completely disappearing within just a few breaths.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How are your chest bones like this? How can they be so hard? What kind of monster are you?" Shock and disbelief were written all over the face of Dickens' Nascent Soul. He couldn't comprehend how his sharp, Middle-Grade Flying Sword had failed to harm this youth.
He's an absolute monster! What kind of miraculous cultivation technique did he use to temper his bones to this degree? Li Taiqing marveled internally.
The Phoenix also stared at Zhang Bin as if he were a monster, a strange look on its face. It considered itself quite an oddity for having consud a True Phoenix Egg, but this youth seed even more bizarre and wondrous.
Hehehe… Our Senior Brother is the strongest. He's even toying with a Nascent Soul Peak Cultivator! the Taiqing Sect disciples snickered to themselves, their faces filled with pride and smugness.
"Cackle, cackle, cackle… Co on, didn't you want to kill us just now? Surely you aren't scared now, are you?" Zhang Bin jeered, a look of deep contempt on his face.
"Hahaha…" Rather than getting angry, Dickens laughed. "Idiot, so what if you've refined your body into a High-grade Magical Artifact? When you face , you will still die a miserable death. A Cultivator's strength isn't just about the body and soul. The most powerful tool is Daoist Magic! Once unleashed, it can destroy heaven and earth. All of you are going to die."
He was, after all, a supre expert who had cultivated to the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, and his understanding of cultivation was exceptionally profound. He had identified the essence of cultivation—a strong body and soul—and also the essence of power, which was comprehending profound Daoist Magic. A peak Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator's greatest asset was not just their body and soul, but their Daoist Magic. Though his physical body had been destroyed, he still had his powerful Nascent Soul, which contained a portion of his soul and most of his True Qi. He could still cast Daoist Magic, and this was the source of his confidence in his ability to kill Zhang Bin and the others.
"Daoist Magic?" A wicked smile appeared on Zhang Bin's face. "Co on, then. Let's have a contest and see whose Daoist Magic is stronger, yours or mine. Little Lucky Star, get out here!"
Before he even finished speaking, Little Lucky Star frantically devoured all the Orange Thunder from the Thunder Pool. It then flew out, shrouded in an overwhelming aura of death, and hovered proudly above Zhang Bin's head. He held a huge Thunder Drum in his left hand and a snow-white hamr in his right, which he raised high before striking down furiously.
"Flas that scorch heaven and earth!"
Dickens' Nascent Soul was no fool. How could he possibly let Zhang Bin attack first? He preemptively roared, his mouth gaping open as he spat out a massive Fire Dragon. This Fire Dragon was as thick as a tree trunk and covered in red dragon scales. It bared its claws and soared through the air as blistering flas warped the void, making it seem like space itself was about to collapse.
For a peak Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator, flas were their most potent weapon. The flas they conjured could reach terrifying temperatures, capable of lting the world's sturdiest materials and refining Low-grade Magical Treasures. Zhang Bin had previously witnessed Zhou Tianyu's Samadhi True Fire and knew how powerful it was. This opponent, however, was three minor realms higher than Zhou Tianyu, aning his Samadhi True Fire was naturally even more formidable.
Terrifyingly, Dickens' Nascent Soul simultaneously cast a miraculous Spatial Secret Technique, instantly and completely sealing the space around Zhang Bin. Zhang Bin felt the space around him solidify, as if it had turned into steel of extre hardness. He couldn't break free; he couldn't move at all. anwhile, the terrifying Fire Dragon rushed toward him, carrying an aura of absolute destruction. The situation was perilous to the extre. Was there any chance of survival?
Xuanbing Dragon, co out! Zhang Bin shouted in his heart.
WHIIIRR… A strange sound echoed as two Ice Dragons shot out from his Dragon Pool. However, because the space was sealed, their movents were sluggish. They expanded slowly, lacking the power to counter the enemy's Fire Dragon.
Just as the Fire Dragon was about to strike, a thunderous sound echoed.
BOOM!
It was Little Lucky Star, who had slamd his hamr onto the Thunder Drum with all his might. The opponent's Spatial Imprisonnt had no effect on him. After all, Little Lucky Star's current attacks were equivalent to the Combined Body Tribulation faced by a Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection cultivator. If it couldn't break a Cultivator's Spatial Imprisonnt, how could it unleash the Heavenly Tribulation?
BOOM!
With a cataclysmic roar, a bolt of Orange Thunder as thick as a water bucket blasted forth with world-destroying montum. The imprisoned space shattered like glass under a heavy blow. The lightning then viciously struck the horrified Dickens' Nascent Soul.
"Ahhh!"
Dickens' Nascent Soul let out a bloodcurdling scream. A dense web of cracks appeared on his armor, which looked as if it was about to crumble. The terrifying Orange Thunder passed through the cracks and bombarded the Nascent Soul, causing its body to shudder violently as strange smoke billowed from its mouth. As if struck by a train, the Nascent Soul was sent flying backward, tumbling across the ground.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How can you command such terrifying Orange Thunder?" Dickens' Nascent Soul cried out in shock, his face etched with terror. He clearly couldn't understand how a re Golden Core Middle Stage Cultivator could have mastered such a fearso Thunder Technique.
It wasn't just him; Li Taiqing and the other disciples were also completely dumbstruck. That was Orange Thunder, terrifying to the extre. How did Zhang Bin collect it? And where did he store it?
His Thunder Technique can actually injure a Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator, Phoenix praised internally. Although it can't compare to the terrifying flas inside my body, his thunder is controllable, whereas I can't control my own flas. Plus, he's incredibly witty. He truly is a remarkable youth.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Little Lucky Star showed no rcy, continuing to hamr the Thunder Drum furiously, bombarding Dickens' Nascent Soul with lightning strikes like a machine gun.
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