“Shooting Sun!” An enraged shout came from Nangong Xiaoran’s mouth. In a blink, the bow saturated the air with ten thousand rays of golden light. Yet at this juncture, Xu Yangyi’s hand formed seals at lightning speed.

Pill Cauldron Builds Spirit! Spiritcleaver Pulse!

In the next second, Nangong Xiaoran’s mind abruptly quaked, as if a giant hand had stretched into his brain and was madly stirring around!

“ARGH!!!” He released miserable screeches that exhausted his strength. He’d almost never experienced such anguish. In a twinkling, his hawk eyes turned crimson, and he cradled his head as he shrieked painfully, “Spiritual-sense attack! S-Spiritual-sense attack divine ability… You!”

His bow’s golden light suddenly faded away, but Xu Yangyi’s blade had already arrived at the side of his neck!

“YOUNG MASTER!!!” Qiao Wu heard Nangong Xiaoran’s scream, so frightened that he turned his head in shock, and he instantly paled in horror. He was almost needless of further thought, and an ancient mirror promptly appeared in his hand. He shined it towards Zhao Wuye, and a streak of faint azure light flared out. In a flash, Zhao Wuye felt as if his entire body was being burned by raging flames. The earth master quickly began to screech wretchedly.

“Open… the formation!” Qiao Wu’s...