Fang Bai looked at Linghu Baimi, who was barely breathing, with little life left, and anger surged in his chest.
"Old scoundrel, if I don’t kill you today, the hatred in my heart will never be quenched!"
Fang Bai held the ancient cauldron in his hand, cold light glinting from his eyes, stepping upon space, walking step by step towards Bao Zhenhai.
Bao Zhenhai snorted disdainfully, "Kill ? With just you, a re martial artist of the initial Soul Severing stage, simply delusional!"
"Supre Elder, this little thief possesses a Blood Blade which seems to be a royal grade spiritual artifact, and the ancient cauldron in his hand is no ordinary item! Please, by all ans, kill him and seize those two spiritual artifacts!"
Duan Yi, seeing the return of his sect’s Supre Elder Bao Zhenhai, rejoiced mightily and loudly spoke.
Bao Zhenhai laughed, "More than that, this kid also understands the Beast Taming Art and the art of setting formations, he holds many secrets. I plan to capture him alive and force him to reveal all his secrets!"
Duan Yi’s eyes glead, thinking to himself that if this were true, this kid would indeed be a living treasure.
"Little Mink, take Qianjiao and Baii into my Five Elents Space Ring!"
Fang Bai knew that the upcoming battle could be the most dangerous since his rebirth, and the Lightning Mink could offer no assistance, the two Linghu sisters were burdenso, so it was better to hide them in the Five Elents Space Ring for safety.
The Lightning Mink hesitated, not yet understanding what the "Five Elents Space Ring" was, when it felt a strong pulling force sucking itself and the two Linghu sisters into a dark space, adapting shortly after, it found itself in a vast boundless space where spiritual energy floated about.
"Is this the interior space of the Five Elents Space Ring that Fang Bai ntioned? Such a vast space and a ring that can accommodate life... it’s indeed a wondrous treasure!"
The Lightning Mink released the two Linghu sisters and examined the surroundings, seeing mountains and water, flowers and grass, even small spirit beasts wandering about; it was clearly a tranquil and harmonious minor world.
"Little Mink, do you see that small tree? Place Baii under it!"
Fang Bai’s voice resounded in the air, echoing in the ears of the Lightning Mink.
The Lightning Mink diffused its divine sense, glanced around, indeed discovering a man-height small tree growing several miles ahead.
The small tree grew in a barren adow, although its branches and leaves appeared sparse and unassuming, it nonetheless emitted surging and powerful life energy, filling the space of the Five Elents Space Ring, nurturing everything within.
That small tree was the dark deadwood Fang Bai obtained at the Martial Artists Trading Market back in the day; after placing it in the Five Elents Space Ring, it surprisingly took root and sprouted anew.
Fang Bai, being knowledgeable, knew that the small tree was extraordinary, its life energy emissions unmatched even by the Immortal Trees of the Immortal Realm.
And the Lightning Mink also saw that the small tree was an extraordinary treasure, marveling, it swept with the already heavily injured and unconscious Linghu Baimi, laying her flat beneath the tree.
Strangely enough, once Linghu Baimi’s body was placed under the tree, the life energy emanating from the tree, seemingly summoned, threaded into her body.
Within re hundred breaths, Linghu Baimi’s previously pale face began to show a slight redness, her breathing calming steadily.
The Lightning Mink did not know that Linghu Baimi’s five viscera and six bowels shattered by Bao Zhenhai’s palm were, under the nourishnt of the tree’s life energy, rapidly healing incredibly.
Linghu Qianjiao, seeing her sister’s condition improving swiftly, had her sorrow replaced with joy, yet started worrying about Fang Bai outside the Five Elents Space Ring.
At this mont, Fang Bai was desperately holding on under Bao Zhenhai’s overwhelming attacks.
Bao Zhenhai’s punches and palms were imnsely powerful, as fierce as sweeping gales and surging waves, while Fang Bai’s body, like a fallen leaf in the wind or a reed in water, was constantly being tossed high and thrown low, in constant danger of capsizing.
Fang Bai, though he vowed to kill Bao Zhenhai, was also aware that solely based on his own combat power, he could not contend with a first-level Heavenly Tribulation powerhouse like Bao Zhenhai. Therefore, when Bao Zhenhai initiated attacks, he never confronted head-on, either cleverly evading with his movent technique or using the Five Elents Origin Qi Cauldron to block Bao Zhenhai’s spiritual energy assaults.
Fang Bai, possessing the Chaos True Body and Innate Wind Spirit Root, could fly with the wind, his speed far surpassing warriors of the sa stage. Bao Zhenhai, for the mont, could not catch him, the pressure he released only slightly delayed Fang Bai’s movent speed; capturing him alive would be difficult in a short ti.
"Little thief, let’s see how long you can hold on!"
Bao Zhenhai muttered to himself.
He initially thought Fang Bai’s reckless consumption of spiritual energy would naturally slow down his movent speed soon; yet, after another hundred breaths, Fang Bai’s spiritual energy showed almost no signs of depletion.
Bao Zhenhai closely examined Fang Bai, realizing this kid had a special physique, able to absorb nature’s spiritual energy around him while consuming his own.
With this, Fang Bai’s spiritual energy, though not endless, was sufficient for him to hold out for a long ti.
With each attack, Bao Zhenhai let out an angry roar.
In his eyes, for him, a dignified first-level Heavenly Tribulation powerhouse, to be unable within a hundred breaths to deal with a re initial Soul Severing stage martial artist, it was utterly disgraceful, and if spread, would beco a laughingstock.
"Boom!"
Bao Zhenhai’s punch slamd onto the ancient cauldron shielding Fang Bai, sending him along with the cauldron back a hundred feet, his internal energy and blood surging turbulently, nearly spitting out blood.
"You want to kill , but I won’t let you feel good either!"
Fang Bai suspended the cauldron above his head, extending his hands forward, two clusters of seemingly weak flas suddenly erging from his palms.
As soon as those flas appeared, the entire Taixuan Sect for over a thousand miles was enveloped in scorching heat, smoke rising from grass and wood, igniting subsequently with a boom.
Tens of thousands of Taixuan Sect disciples could not resist the heat; their clothes and hair were instantly burned away, and the next mont, their bodies were scorched, suffering heavy damage.
So Taixuan Sect disciples who failed to protect themselves with spiritual energy were directly charred into corpses by the high temperatures.
anwhile, so powerful disciples of the Taixuan Sect fled far beyond a thousand miles, escaping the heat envelope, finally letting out a breath of relief.
Even so high-level figures in the Soul Severing Realm within the Taixuan Sect kept their distance from Fang Bai, not daring to approach.
At that mont, of the tens of thousands of Taixuan Sect disciples, only Supre Elder Bao Zhenhai and Sect Master Duan Yi remained before and behind Fang Bai, forming a siege to attack Fang Bai from both sides.
Fang Bai knew that though Duan Yi had not fled, he deeply feared his clusters of spiritual fire, not daring to act recklessly. His true formidable enemy was still Bao Zhenhai.
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