*Boom!*
The fiendish sirens had barely manifested, having no time to do anything before falling into a sea of fire.
Scorched by the demonic fire, they suffered agonizing pain and let out shrill screams.
They struggled desperately within the fiery sea, yet they could not withstand the might of the demonic fire. Their auras dwindled miserably, utterly battered. In just a brief moment, amidst pitiful wails, they fled back into the flower fan.
Next, the demonic fire violently crashed into the magic treasure!
The flower fan was an unorthodox magic treasure, not designed for defense in the first place. Struck by the surging demonic fire, its radiance abruptly dimmed. With a mournful wail, it suffered considerable damage and was sent flying straight back.
The magic treasure was psychically linked to Yue Sanren's mind. Having suffered consecutive severe blows, Yue Sanren felt as though struck by lightning. A sweet copper taste rose in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.
He was actually no match for this demonic fire even for a single exchange!
Filled with horror, Yue Sanren scrambled to flee in panic.
Yet unexpectedly, the demonic fire suddenly rolled back, recalled by Qin Sang. Right on its heels, a dazzling glint of light pierced through the flames, blindingly swift as it thrust forward in the blink of an eye—the ebony sword!
Qin Sang had gone to such great lengths and sacrificed so much precisely to exterminate this man completely. If his Nascent Soul escaped, all the effort would be for nothing.
And to destroy a Nascent Soul, he needed the power of the Seven Po Killing Array.
At this moment, Yue Sanren had no time to reorganize the flower fan. In his terror, he hastily patted his mustard seed bag, and a ray of azure light shot forth, transforming into an amorphous mass of scarlet clouds and vapor.
This was Yue Sanren's customary defensive magic treasure, known as the Scarlet Cloud Screen.
The Scarlet Cloud Screen rapidly unfurled into a curtain of clouds, shielding his rear.
Yue Sanren did not even look back, his mind entirely bent on saving his life.
This could be counted as the greatest crisis he had ever encountered in his life. Knowing full well he was no match for Qin Sang, he could only stall for time as much as possible, placing his hopes on the purple-robed woman noticing the anomaly here and activating the grand formation to save him.
*Swish!*
The ebony sword arrived in a flash. Facing the cloud curtain, it did not hesitate in the slightest; with a flick of its blade, it sprayed a jet of bloody light, which splattered all over the curtain.
Corrupted by the filth, the Scarlet Cloud Screen's treasure glow immediately dimmed, its power severely undermined.
With the treasure damaged, the cloud curtain dispersed, unable to hold together.
Showing no mercy, the ebony sword pierced straight through the cloud curtain, overtaking Yue Sanren in the blink of an eye.
Yue Sanren wanted to invoke other treasures, but suddenly felt the surroundings plunge into gloom. His heart cried out in dismay—he had already fallen into the Seven Po Killing Array!
*Whoosh! Whoosh!*
The ebony sword vanished, replaced by the sword formation conjuring countless sword filaments to strangle Yue Sanren!
Qin Sang had not yet fully comprehended the Seven Po Killing Array; against Old Demon Ye and his caliber, its might was somewhat lacking, but against the likes of Yue Sanren, the terror of this sword formation was enough to freeze their blood!
The clash between the two had unfolded at breathtaking speed.
In a dizzying blur of shifts, Yue Sanren had first lost his flower fan and then suffered damage to the Scarlet Cloud Screen.
The purple-robed woman presiding over the grand formation finally noticed the disturbance here. Caught off guard, before she could even do anything, Yue Sanren was already plunged into mortal peril.
*Rumble!*
With a thunderous crash, colossal waves surged from all directions, smashing violently toward Qin Sang with alarming momentum.
Qin Sang ignored them completely, focusing his mind on driving the sword formation.
Within the sword array, Yue Sanren shrieked continuously.
Just then, a gray hurricane abruptly appeared in the skies above the battlefield. As the tempest pressed down, a faint silhouette of a pagoda could be discerned within. Deceptively slow yet extraordinarily swift, it transformed into a dense wall of wind, suppressing the colossal waves for Qin Sang in the nick of time.
Having devised this plan beforehand, Qingjun had kept a close eye on Qin Sang's movements while presiding over her formation, intervening in time to eliminate external interference for him.
Moreover, she channeled the pressure of the Xun Wind Grand Formation into the Seven Po Killing Array, helping Qin Sang suppress Yue Sanren so he could resolve his opponent as quickly as possible.
This completely severed any hope Yue Sanren had of survival!
*Spurt!*
A sword filament flashed.
Yue Sanren's left arm was sheared off cleanly at the shoulder. Wounds covered his entire body, dripping with blood in a truly gruesome state.
On the verge of death, Yue Sanren made his final struggle. With a roar, he threw his entire weight forward, hurling out more than a dozen thunder beads refined from lust poison. Breaking free from the crushing pressure, he caused the sword formation to violently destabilize. Abandoning his physical body to be shredded by the array, his Nascent Soul flew out from the top of his head. The miniature figure looked around blankly, fixed on a direction, and prepared to execute a teleportation.
Unexpectedly, the Seven Po Killing Array flared with sinister light as bizarre ripples surged forward.
Yue Sanren's Nascent Soul suddenly fell into a daze, missing the crucial moment. By the time it came to its senses, it discovered in horror that a flying sword had appeared before it at some unknown moment, radiating peerless, sharp sword qi!
"No!"
Boundless terror surfaced in Yue Sanren's eyes, and his shriek was abruptly cut short.
The ebony sword pierced straight through, shattering the Nascent Soul on the spot!
Showing no mercy, Qin Sang executed Yue Sanren!
With the sword array withdrawn and the eerie light fading, Yue Sanren vanished completely from the world. Qin Sang beckoned with his hand, drawing Yue Sanren's mustard seed bag and magic treasures into his grip.
This was the second Sin Abyss Nascent Soul cultivator he had slain on the battlefield!
Afar atop Mount Shuangjing, the purple-robed woman controlling the grand formation was filled with shock and fury, fire practically spitting from her eyes. They had never imagined that Qin Sang possessed such brilliant disguise methods, posing as Madame Luo to lay an ambush.
Yue Sanren was also utterly useless—slain almost at the very first clash without the slightest power to fight back, unable to even escape with his Nascent Soul, leaving her no time to mount a rescue.
Ever since Qin Sang burst onto the scene, counting Old Demon Ye's Blood Demon avatar, three of Sin Abyss's Nascent Souls had already died by his hand. What was more, every one of them had their body and soul utterly destroyed, their Nascent Souls slain alongside them. The loss was disastrous.
Looking toward the foot of the mountain, Madame Luo, who was assisting Qingjun, had already reverted to her true appearance. Smiling radiantly, she cast a provocative glance toward the mountain summit.
Madame Luo was naturally overjoyed.
With the scheme having succeeded and a Sin Abyss Nascent Soul slain, while Qin Sang's astonishing prowess was key, her contribution could not be overlooked either. Furthermore, the one who died was Yue Sanren, whom she detested the most—killing two birds with one stone.
Not long after the major battle had begun, a Nascent Soul cultivator had already fallen. The Sin Abyss faction was deeply shaken, and their Nascent Soul experts blanched one after another.
The purple-robed woman transmitted her voice to summon someone else to take over the formation, and then actually entered the grand formation in person.
Qin Sang stowed Yue Sanren's mustard seed bag and swept his divine sense inside. Sin Abyss had invaded the Celestial Alliance for years, plundering extensively, and Yue Sanren had accumulated quite a substantial fortune.
After a cursory glance, he found no extraordinary or rare treasures—only ordinary spoils.
Just then, a cold snort sounded by his ear. In the distance, water ripples churned, and a figure emerged—the purple-robed woman.
Seeing her, Qin Sang's pupils contracted slightly. He promptly put away the mustard seed bag and flicked his sleeves, sending out the Eighteen Demon Banners once more as demonic fire circled and danced around him.
This woman was actually a mid-Nascent Soul master!
Judging from her aura, she was faintly superior even to Dongyang Bo.
"Fairy Qiuzhi!"
With a thought, Qin Sang recalled her identity.
She originally hailed from a subordinate sect of the Xingheng Sect—in truth, a sect that had been forcibly subjugated by them. Blessed with exceptional talent, not long after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, she publicly declared her departure from the Xingheng Sect.
Old Man Tianzheng had attempted to suppress her, but unexpectedly, far from yielding, she withstood the pressure and broke through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage in a single bound, forcing Old Man Tianzheng to accept peace negotiations.
Seeing Fairy Qiuzhi come for him, Qin Sang grew inwardly vigilant.
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