"I understand; perhaps we can retrieve so valuable items from his sea of consciousness. These Golden Core Realm cultivators will be left to you," Zhou Qing transmitted through his mind.
Yan Xiaohu responded quickly, "Isn’t it too risky? The opponent this ti is not soone we can underestimate, and the sounds of the battle around us are very close. If we don’t resolve this quickly, our positions might be exposed."
"Don’t worry, leave it to !" Zhou Qing tightly gripped the Broken Sword in his hand.
Seeing this, Yan Xiaohu said no more. He quietly moved his steps while carefully observing the positions of the dozen Golden Core Realm cultivators to ensure that none would escape when the ti ca.
At this mont, upon hearing that the Taiqing Sect had been ambushed, Yuan Ya’s face turned pale with despair.
Yes, Ji Ying and Elder Huang Xiu, who had been deliberately released, must have told the Taiqing Sect that it was the Golden Thunder Sect attacking.
Little did she know, the Cangyan Daoist Palace had set up an ambush halfway. Who could she seek help from now?
It had been three days, and no one had co to their rescue. Had the other major sects really abandoned the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect?
"Your head is worth at least two thousand points, and I’ll make sure to collect your Nascent Soul. After all, you are a great beauty," ng Xing said, licking his lips involuntarily as if so unsavory thoughts had flashed through his mind, letting out a perverted laugh.
"We of the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect would rather die in battle than beco prisoners. You can dream on!" Yuan Ya cursed angrily, her entire aura flaring up violently.
ng Xing, sensing the danger, waved his hand fiercely. A red beam of light coiled around Yuan Ya like a nimble long snake, imdiately suppressing her erupting power.
"I’ve been on guard against this. Do you all love to self-destruct that much? All of my collectibles end up like this, I really can’t understand you people..." ng Xing shook his head, looking at Yuan Ya, who had fallen to the ground, her body writhing and eyes filled with despair, and was about to move forward to sever her head and extract her Nascent Soul.
After observing the surroundings once more, Zhou Qing nodded slightly at Yan Xiaohu and suddenly spoke up, "Brother ng—"
ng Xing stopped abruptly at the voice, his gaze shooting towards Zhou Qing like lightning. In an instant, as if realizing sothing, he flicked his finger, and a mid-grade Spirit Stone emitting a soft glow fell to the ground.
"You two have done a great service this ti. Keep this mid-grade Spirit Stone to share," ng Xing said with a tone of arrogance and reward.
Zhou Qing flashed a seemingly ingratiating smile and quickly stepped forward to pick up the Spirit Stone, taking the opportunity to get closer to ng Xing, saying, "Brother ng, you misunderstood. I’m not here for a reward."
ng Xing frowned slightly, seemingly pondering sothing, and after a mont asked, "Which squad are you from? Who is your captain? If there’s any issue, let him co to find directly."
At this mont, the distance between the two had reduced to less than a ter, and Zhou Qing could even clearly feel the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from ng Xing.
Zhou Qing’s lips curled into a barely noticeable smile, then he said with a slight grin, "Brother ng, what’s your Nascent Soul’s augntation?"
"What?" ng Xing was stunned, seemingly not understanding what that ant.
Zhou Qing continued, "I’m really not good at ambushes, not even presentable. But you have a lot of people. As long as the final result is good, no one cares about the process."
As soon as he finished talking, Zhou Qing moved instantly, his figure erupting without any hesitation, and the Broken Sword in his hand burst into dazzling cold light, thrusting straight for ng Xing’s throat.
With a squelch, the Broken Sword effortlessly pierced through his throat, but strangely, no blood flowed out.
The next second, ng Xing’s body showed a double image as if splitting, and an identical figure stepped out from his shell.
He was then utterly shocked, clutching his neck instinctively, and the body that Zhou Qing had pierced collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.
Zhou Qing’s pupils contracted sharply. What a strange Nascent Soul augntation, comparable to a Life Replacent Talisman.
Everyone present was stunned by the sudden turn of events, including Yuan Ya, still struggling on the ground.
Everything happened so fast that no one had ti to react.
Yan Xiaohu, holding back no longer, unleashed his cultivation, surging to the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm. His spiritual power surged as he flickered like a phantom, imdiately launching a solo massacre among the Golden Core Realm cultivators nearby.
Coming to his senses, Zhou Qing’s feet glowed with silver light. With a light step, he leaped forward again.
"Who are you?" ng Xing, recovering from the shock, tried to distance himself from the two while angrily questioning, his voice trembling with fear.
Zhou Qing ignored him, unleashing his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation without holding back. The Broken Sword in his hand drew a strange arc in the air, aiming once again at ng Xing’s heart.
ng Xing quickly ford hand seals, and a spiritual shield appeared before him in an instant.
Zhou Qing saw this and imdiately changed tactics.
He twisted his right hand, stowing away the Broken Sword, which was incredibly sharp when cutting flesh but rather blunt against the spiritual shield.
He then channeled all his spiritual power into his left fist, which instantly radiated a brilliant light. With a roar, he smashed his left fist toward ng Xing’s spiritual shield with the force of a thunderous blow.
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