Bang!
Xie Xuanyi raised his hand to block, and the Martial Arts Divine Embryo instantly descended, attaching itself to his black robe.
Zhou Ceng ignited his Life Fire at the Bai Ze Mausoleum, engaging in a fierce battle with the Pseudo-Saint.
Now, the Life Fire had just extinguished.
Logically speaking, his divine soul should be languishing.
But at this moment, Xie Xuanyi did not sense a single bit of "desperation;" this man in white swiftly shifted from utter stillness to extreme movement, transforming into a streak of light and instantly circling behind Xie Xuanyi. His speed was so fast that even the Martial Arts Divine Embryo Dharma Form reacted a beat too slow.
Another punch.
Xie Xuanyi turned and raised his arm, being blasted dozens of feet away, his feet carving a deep trench into the ground.
After stopping, just as he raised his head.
That snow-white silhouette suddenly approached like a ghost, at this moment, Zhou Ceng's brow was burning with blazing light—
