Chapter 212: Caught in a Trap?

On the vast ruins.

A streak of silver light flew past.

This light was condensed from countless rays, each one resembling a Flying Sword, emitting an intense sharpness.

Countless rays converged together, making this sharp aura reach an astonishing level.

Xing Li stared at the incoming beam of light, her expression grave.

Behind her, a bright moon appeared.

Water-like moonlight shone out, transforming into a clear, cold barrier of moonlight.

The next moment, the beam descended.

Boom!

The moonlight barrier shattered, and the moon shadow behind Xing Li vanished.

Immediately after.

A massive impact force swept over, knocking her flying.

While in mid-air.

The shattered rays, like small, sharp swords, flew past in a crisscross pattern, carving numerous wounds onto her body.

Fresh blood instantly stained her dress red.

"Vulnerable!"

Xuan Xingzi looked at the blood-soaked Xing Li and gave a disdainful smile, "In the face of absolute strength, your little tricks are nothing but a joke."

As soon as he finished speaking.

He pointed once more at the giant ball of light in front of him.

A beam of light shot out again.

"I don't think so."

Xing Li wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stood up straight calmly.

Facing the incoming beam again, she just watched with a calm expression, making no reaction at all.

Just as the beam was about to strike her, a mass of white Cold Mist suddenly emerged in front of her, then transformed into an Ice Mirror as thin as a cicada's wing.

The Ice Mirror looked thin.

But its defensive power was astonishingly strong.

The beam that was enough to defeat Xing Li in one strike landed on the Ice Mirror; the Ice Mirror only trembled before stabilizing.

It then refracted the beam back along its original path.

Xuan Xingzi frowned and waved his palm.

The reflected beam lost its Spiritual Power support and instantly dissipated.

He turned his head to look into the distance, where the battlefield originally shrouded in ice and snow had long since cleared.

At this moment, Mu Lingxi was hovering in mid-air.

The hand she was slowly retracting indicated that the previous Ice Mirror had come from her.

Seeing this, Xuan Xingzi's expression tightened; his gaze slowly dropped, and he saw a figure frozen on the ground by ice.

It was Leiwei!

Another battlefield.

Whoosh!

Amidst the towering Purple Flame, Wang Jianqiang flew out.

His golden fist swung, and the overbearing force surged out like a tide, forcing Ye Lingyun back.

He glanced at the battlefield where Mu Lingxi's true body was, a faint smile appearing on his face.

This girl, her combat power is truly fierce.

That Leiwei's combat power was not weak.

To think he was dealt with so quickly.

After Ye Lingyun stopped his retreat, he also noticed the fall of Leiwei.

His expression sank.

Seeing Ye Lingyun's ugly expression, Wang Jianqiang felt a sense of relief, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river?"

"Reborn?"

"How come I don't see it?"

"And..."

"Your friend seems to be unable to hold on."

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's laughter, Ye Lingyun's expression grew even uglier.

"Wang Jianqiang, don't be triumphant too early; that was just an appetizer. Next, I will let you witness my true power."

"Oh?"

Wang Jianqiang raised an eyebrow, "Who gave you such great confidence?"

"Is it that Soul Body on you?"

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's words, Ye Lingyun sneered, "To deal with you, there is no need for my master to take action."

"No need?" Wang Jianqiang scoffed, "How do I remember that someone previously relied entirely on a Soul Body to cover their retreat, only to escape with their tail between their legs like a dog in my hands?"

Ye Lingyun's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "That previous time was just you taking advantage of a loophole."

"Now that you and I are fighting fairly, I can slaughter you with my own strength alone!"

Wang Jianqiang curled his lip, "Slaughter me? Just relying on your mouth won't work; you need to bring out some real skill."

"As you wish!"

Ye Lingyun let out a cold snort, and the flames on his body suddenly became even more vigorous.

Immediately following, the Purple Flame rapidly converged and compressed, eventually transforming into a suit of purple armor.

The armor was entirely condensed from the Purple Flame, yet it lacked the slightest sense of being illusory.

Its entire body shimmered with a metallic luster.

The moment the armor took shape, Ye Lingyun's strength was instantly boosted tremendously, and his aura surged.

He threw a punch, and the scorching fist force tore through the air.

"Oh?"

"A bit interesting!"

Sensing Ye Lingyun's change, Wang Jianqiang raised an eyebrow; without dodging or evading, he also threw a punch.

Boom!

The two fist forces collided; Ye Lingyun remained motionless, while Wang Jianqiang was shaken back several steps.

He raised his fist, looked at the scalded skin beneath the golden armor, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

"To think your strength has increased this much; it is indeed a decent secret technique."

"It's just a pity that relying on this bit of power to kill me is still not enough."

As soon as his voice fell, Wang Jianqiang took the initiative to attack Ye Lingyun.

He threw a punch toward him.

On his fist, the scalded skin had already recovered as before.

Seeing this terrifying recovery speed again, Ye Lingyun still could not help but feel somewhat alarmed.

"What just happened was merely an appetizer; next, I hope you can still be this arrogant!"

He let out a cold snort, and on the purple armor, flames ignited.

Without further chatter, he met the attack.

The great battle erupted once more.

Although the two were only at the Golden Core Stage, the combat fluctuations erupting at this moment had already completely surpassed the limits of Golden Core Stage Cultivators.

The Spirit Pattern Power within Wang Jianqiang's body was fully activated; like a war god clad in golden armor, he wielded tyrannical physical power with every gesture.

Every strike was enough to shatter an ordinary Golden Core Perfection Cultivator.

After receiving the enhancement of the Purple Flame battle armor, Ye Lingyun's power had already touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul Stage.

The advantage in cultivation base combined with the scorching Spiritual Power brought by the Purple Flame allowed him to gradually gain the upper hand.

After every collision, Wang Jianqiang's skin would be scorched by the Spirit Flame contained within his Spiritual Power.

However, his physical defense was formidable, and the burns were not severe.

Whenever a burn appeared, it would recover as before in the blink of an eye under the effect of the Pure Yang Power.

The terrifying recovery ability made Ye Lingyun's brow twitch.

However, he was not discouraged by this and continued to attack Wang Jianqiang relentlessly, regardless of the consumption.

Wang Jianqiang was naturally happy to do so.

Neither of the two retreated, and they continued to attack each other.

One hundred punches.

Two hundred punches.

After an unknown number of exchanges, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Ye Lingyun's forehead.

Signs of insufficient Spiritual Power began to appear.

A flash of thought crossed his expression, and he suddenly stopped attacking, pulling back to retreat.

"What? Scared?"

Wang Jianqiang's offensive paused, and he looked calmly at Ye Lingyun.

Upon hearing this, a sneer appeared on Ye Lingyun's face.

"Wang Jianqiang, you are too conceited."

"Did you really think I would be stupid enough to exhaust myself against a body-refining Cultivator?"

"You've fallen for my trap!"