"Junior Sister Yu, Junior Sister Zhang, Daoist Long is crucial for whether we can leave the Spirit-Seizing Land alive. This man looked Golden Core Stage before entering, but now his divine sense is suppressed, his cultivation is only at Foundation Establishment Eighth Layer, and he canât use his magical treasures. We can still use divine sense, so maybe we can use that advantageâwear him down from a distance, exhaust his magical power, and then close in for the kill!"
Zhuo Yijian eyed Profound Court warily, speaking to Yu Lingfei and the others.
Zhuo Yijian was well aware that after tempering their divine sense within the God-Burning Array, all of them were able to use divine sense. But this demonic Golden Core couldnât!
As long as they exploited their edge in divine sense, drain the demonic Golden Coreâs power down to the dregs of Foundation Establishment, it would be his death sentence!
"Agreed. Weâll play it by ear."
Yu Lingfei, Zhang Aoxue, and the rest all nodded in agreement.
Only Daoist Long understands arrays here. If Daoist Long is killed by this man, then weâre completely trapped.
"Boy, this old man is going to cut you into a thousand pieces, extract your soul and refine it, and set your spirit aflame on the Sky Lantern, to soothe my childâs soul in the heavens!"
Profound Court stared at Lin Changâsheng, a raging fire in his eyes.
His sonâs death had left his heart bleeding. Heâd waited for this day too long, risking even stepping into the Spirit-Seizing Land.
"So, Xuan Jing was your son. Yes, he died by my hand, but he had it coming!"
Lin Changâsheng looked calmly at Profound Court and continued, "Do you want to meet your sonâs soul in person?"
"You! Iâll tear you apart!"
Profound Courtâs fury blazed; stamping his foot, his body flashed like lightning toward Lin Changâsheng, slashing out with a long saber!
His magical power roared, conjuring a blade aura nearly a hundred feet long and chopping down right at Lin Changâshengâs head.
He couldnât use his magical treasures, so heâd grabbed a saber from the tribe.
"Attack!"
"Daoist Long, just focus on opening the array. Leave this guy to us!"
"......."
Yu Lingfei, Zhuo Yijian, Zhang Aoxue and the others shot up, controlling their swords from afar to strike at Profound Court, keeping their distance!
In a flash, talismans and magic rained down on Profound Court, their wild assault forcing him back step by step.
"You... you can use divine sense?"
"How... how is this possible?"
Seeing Zhuo Yijian, Yu Lingfei and the rest flying on swords and slashing at him, Profound Court was shocked to the core.
He honestly couldnât figure it out. Werenât they all in the Spirit-Seizing Land?
Why was his own divine sense suppressed and useless, yet these foundation cultivators at the fifth and sixth layers could still control their swords, and even access their storage bags using their divine sense?
Right now, Profound Court was anxious to the extreme.
He barely had any magical power leftâabout the equivalent to Foundation Establishment seventh or eighth layer. He could force out Golden Core spells, but with no divine sense, theyâd be far weaker.
"This Profound Court is definitely at Golden Core Stage. If I kill him, that Ghost Dao Tracking will finally be off my back!"
Lin Changâsheng watched the demon Golden Core besieged by Yu Lingfei, Zhuo Yijian and the others, his eyes blazing with battle-lust.
Right now, his own cultivation may only be Foundation Establishment Third Layer, barely about to break through the fourth, but his divine sense was already Middle Stage Golden Core!
His body, thanks to the Saint Buddhaâs Golden Body at perfection, had reached the level of a Middle Stage Golden Core.
The father of Xuan Jing before him might boast Golden Core cultivation, but his divine sense was suppressed. He couldnât even open his storage bag, and his power was whittled down to only the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment.
Killing him should be a breeze!
Besides, a Golden Core cultivatorâs storage bag is bound to be bursting with treasuresâLin Changâsheng couldnât help but feel eager.
With that thoughtâ
Lin Changâsheng activated the Saint Buddhaâs Golden Body. Instantly, a faint golden glow radiated from him; then, using Three Thousand Thunder Moves, he flashed to the side of Xuan Jingâs father and smashed out a punch!
His body, rivaling a Golden Core Middle Stage, made that punch earth-shattering!
Boom!
The speed was so great it exploded a sonic boom in the air!
"Kid, this old man will tear you to pieces!!"
Profound Court saw Lin Changâsheng charging in. Bloodlust twisted his face; he whirled, gathered every last drop of magical power, and drove a punch straight back.
In that split secondâ
Profound Court felt his fist collide head-on with an iron wall.
BOOM!
A thunderous roar shook the land, sending a wild shockwave rippling in all directions!
The savage torrent gouged out a crater fifty feet across and ten feet deep at their clash!
Crunch!
Crunch!
Profound Court felt agony rip through his right hand, then numbnessâa wild force hurled his body backward hundreds of feet, spraying blood in midair, until he crashed hard into a hillside!
A tower of dust exploded skyward!
"My hand! This... this canât be!"
Profound Court soared up, but his right arm was gone to the shoulder; disbelief filled his eyes.
He rememberedâthe one who killed JingâEr was just some Foundation Establishment Third Layer youth. Even without divine sense and with his magical power dwindled to the seventh and eighth layers, a punch from him shouldnât be something a Foundation Establishment Third Layer could withstand!
Yet that single punch blasted his entire right arm off, leaving him gravely wounded.
To shatter his right arm outrightâthe opponentâs body was terrifying, utterly Golden Core-tier!
A Foundation Establishment Third Layer cultivator with a body that strong, nearly on par with a Golden Coreâunthinkable!
"Heavens, Daoist Longâs body is unbelievably strong!"
"That demon cultivator was definitely Golden Core before he came in, but Daoist Long destroyed a Golden Core Stage arm with just one punch!"