Tao Yaoye Smiled Sweetly: "Thank You for Your Concern First, Junior Sister Lan, but You Seldom Interact with Senior Brother Lu Yang, so You Likely Don't Know He Excels at Seeing Through Illusions. With Senior Brother Around, There Is No Fear of Being Trapped in One."

"Even if I truly get trapped in an illusion, Senior Brother Lu Yang will come to save me." Lan Ting drove her Nascent Soul to wield the primordial dual qi as a weapon, attempting to snatch Tao Yaoye's red paper umbrella, and spoke concurrently: "Senior Brother Lu Yang holds the whole world in his heart. If Junior Sister Tao is in trouble, he will naturally lend a hand. But there are so many people in distress under heaven; I fear when the time comes, Senior Brother Lu Yang won't be able to spare a thought for you. It's best if Junior Sister saves herself." Tao Yaoye moved lightly. With a turn of her wrist, she dodged the attack of the primordial dual qi and enveloped Lan Ting within an illusion. "Senior Brother and I roam the realm with swords in hand, punishing evil and rescuing those in distress together. When I encounter hardship, Senior Brother will naturally help me. As an outsider, Junior Sister Lan, you probably won't ever experience such a thing." ... As the possessor of the Five Elements Immortal Physique, what Bai Ming condensed was the Five Elements Nascent Soul unique to his constitution, glowing in five colors. Clenching its small hands, the five-colored Nascent Soul summoned five spell attacks: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. "Go!" All five spell attacks blasted toward Li Haoran simultaneously. The Golden Crow True Flame gave a sharp cry, its searing heat blurring the air. Swept along within the true flame were several flying daggers; Weak Water assisted the Golden Crow True Flame; earthen walls rose from the ground on all four sides to trap Li Haoran within; and countless trees broke through the earth, poisoned and bristling with barbs, deadly to the touch. "The Five Elements Immortal Physique truly lives up to its name." Facing five attacks of different elements, Li Haoran remained completely composed. A flame appeared in his palm, and he slapped it toward the Golden Crow True Flame unleashed by Bai Ming. Collecting the Weak Water Bai Ming flicked out with an imitation pure jade vase, shattering the earthen wall before him with a heavy hammer, refining the incoming flying daggers for his own use with his weapon-refining craft, and cleaving the endlessly surging trees with his Bodhi Arm, his display left the disciples below gasping in amazement. Dealing with the five attacks by dividing and conquering them without a shred of panic demonstrated just how calm Li Haoran was in battle. "What's so impressive about unleashing five attacks at once? I can unleash six!" Li Haoran chuckled softly and spurred his Nascent Soul. With a loud bang, Li Haoran blew apart into pieces, giving Bai Ming quite a shock—he thought Li Haoran's cultivation had gone disastrously wrong. "Look quickly, Senior Brother Li can still move!" someone below shouted excitedly. In the smoke and dust, six objects were darting about at high speed: Li Haoran's head, torso, and four limbs. Bai Ming's eyelid twitched. Even when battling demonic cultists, he had never encountered such a bizarre, sinister way of fighting. Li Haoran's head spewed Liuding Divine Fire; his torso charged straight forward to ram Bai Ming; both hands held refined gourds that breathed yin-yang qi capable of hooking souls; and the boots on his feet were bristling with poisoned iron spikes that would shoot out in an instant if parried, catching an opponent off guard. Six attacks unleashed at once! Bai Ming and his Nascent Soul responded to the onslaught together, scrambling to counter the flurry of divine abilities and spells, while the hidden mechanisms concealed within the various dharma treasures repeatedly put him in tight spots. Suddenly, Li Haoran's hair flew off! Every strand stiffened like steel needles, the whole mass transforming into a high-speed spinning chakram that lunged at Bai Ming! "Were you wearing a fucking wig this whole time?!" Bai Ming looked enviously at the neighboring arena. Why were Tao Yaoye and Lan Ting fighting so harmoniously, while his own battle was packed with murderous peril at every turn?