The three-tribulation Mirrorling stopped moving. He couldn’t sense anything or move. And when he recovered, Xu Qing was right in front of him. Another head flew through the air, and more nascent souls were destroyed. All of that happened in only two breaths of time.3

The other two-tribulation experts let loose cries of alarm. Scalps tingling, they spun to flee.0

Xu Qing ignored them and focused on the giant mirror spell formation.0

Temporarily pushing aside his astonishment at Xu Qing’s abilities, Duanmu Zang shouted, “This thing is a precious treasure belonging to the Mirrorling royal preceptor! It’s not going to be easy to destroy. But without anyone powering it, there’s a possibility. Back up! I’ll detonate one of my nascent souls. That should damage it!”9

With that, he prepared to detonate one of his nascent souls.0

But then Xu Qing waved his right index finger, and Patriarch Golden Vajra Warrior became a red lightning bolt that shot forth. He moved with incredible speed, guiding the Spike of Misfortune directly into the mirror.1

The vicious face in the mirror looked at Xu Qing and was about to speak. But then its expression flickered. Rumbling...2