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Liang Hong recognized Zhu Yi with a single glance and the Freshwater Holy Man was no different. When he saw the Kui Cow King with Xiao Yan, Zhu Yi and the rest, he became crystal clear about the situation at hand.

However, when he swept his gaze over them, he did not see Lin Feng. He sighed in relief

While Xiao Yan and the rest were famous at that moment, the Freshwater Holy Man was ultimately still an Immortal Soul stage cultivator. Facing them, he was confident.

In any other point of time, he would not dare to provoke the Celestial Sect of Wonders. He could have left at any moment.

However, now, he could not bear to leave. A magic treasure that he was almost done cultivating was still on Mount Liubo. That was many years of hard work which he could not bear to abandon.

For cultivators, particularly high-level ones, they all had their own niche areas. However, faced with powerful sects, other than manpower, their other major disadvantage was that it was too difficult for them to forge their own magic treasures.

The Freshwater Holy Man occupied the Flowing River Holy Man's territory partially because of his desire to tap on the spiritual energy here to cultivate his magic treasure. Now he was a step away from having his own magic treasure and he was extremely reluctant to give it up now.

"With that talisman, I will leave after taking the magic treasure. Before the Master of the Celestial Sect arrives, I would have hidden myself in the Ying Sea. All he can do then is to watch and sigh." The Freshwater Holy Man appeared to have made up his mind.

He did not say anything. Looking at Zhu Yi, Xiao Yan and the rest, he did not even ask where did his disciple, Liang Hong, go. He pointed with his finger and thousands of black balls of thunder flew towards Mount Liubo.

Every single ball of thunder carried with itself a crazy amount of mana. However, unlike thunderstorm in the heavens, it brimmed with a dark, terrifying Yin power rather than a resilient, Yang power.

Looking at this scene, Xiao Yan's gaze turned icy-cold. From his back, two fiery, pure gold wings extended and embers danced on them like golden radiances.

His entire body lifted off the ground and turned into a pure gold, Blood Red Sparrow as he flew in the sky

With a single punch, he destroyed many Gui Water Yin Thunder. When the Yin Thunder was destroyed, it did not make a single sound. However, a violent and explosive power comparable to the thunderstorms in the heaven rushed towards Xiao Yan.

Treasure light suddenly shone from the top of Xiao Yan's head as a black tomb-shaped plaque appeared. It began to give off bright light and completely stopped the terrifying power of the Yin Thunder.

At the same time, Xiao Yan's body exploded with energy. The Grand Sun Primordial Flame danced about in his body and permeated through every orifice, turning his entire body golden.

In the next instant, Xiao Yan's wings flapped like a bird and instantly, they disappeared off his back and charged through the terrifying formations of ten thousand thunder balls and appeared right before the Freshwater Holy Man!

Even though he was facing an Immortal Soul stage cultivator, Xiao Yan showed no fear. He continued to attack bravely.

The Freshwater Holy Man laughed coldly as a countless number of black thunder balls surrounded his body and protected him.

Looking at that, Xiao Yan too laughed and with his two arms, he punched out many times. His punches were like rainwater in a thunderstorm as they bombarded the thunder balls. With a single punch, he broke through the Yin Thunder and reduced the protective shield of Gui Water and Yin Thunder the Freshwater Holy Man used by half.

Golden fire continued to explode in the sky, turning half the sky and the vast sea golden.

The smile on the face of the Freshwater Holy Man disappeared as his face turned dark. Expressionless, he looked at Xiao Yan.

"I heard that this person killed many Nascent Soul stage cultivators as an Advanced Aurous Core stage cultivator, including Advanced Nascent Soul stage cultivators. He is truly exceptional."

Right before Xiao Yan destroyed his Yin Thunder, he used his mind to reconfigure everything. Now, they lined up together and resembled a black ocean.

When Xiao Yan saw this black ocean, alarm bells went off in his head.

As the black ocean came into contact with the Divine Token of the Five Thrones on his head, explosions that were as rapid as firecrackers could be heard.

Xiao Yan swept through everything with his supernatural awareness and noticed that while the so-called 'ocean' before him was as vast as the actual ocean, the 'water' in it did not roar but instead, crackle like electricity!

This black ocean was entirely made out of fierce and explosive electricity!

Thunder was the most explosive force that existed in the world. Now, it had been turned into water, the gentlest and softest power in the world!

On Mount Liubo, Lin Feng looked at the scene interestedly and nodded his head, "He did master the Black Gui Thunder Water. Interesting."

Xiao Yan, who was surrounded by the black ocean, did not panic. Roaring, an Jade Green Dragon billowing black smoke came out of his body as it wrapped itself around him.

The black fog Jade Green Dragon was like an illusion in the fog. It twisted and turned and with the Divine Token of the Five Thrones, it resisted the Black Gui Thunder Water. The black fog Jade Green Dragon rushed out and swallowed the opponent's thunder water.

As the Jade Green Dragon swallowed more and more thunder water, its own powers increased too.

The eyelids of the Freshwater Holy Man fluttered as he analyzed the black fog surrounding the Jade Green Dragon. Then, he realized that it was actually a strange fire.

"The Heavenly Apocalyptic Blaze?!" While the Freshwater Holy Man lived in the East Sea, he had been around for a few thousand years. He knew about the Heavenly Apocalyptic Blaze, one of the Seven Legendary Primordial Fires. However, he did not expect Xiao Yan to master that too.

"Wait a moment, I heard that this person have the Nefarious Spectral Primordial Fire, the Grand Sun Primordial Flame, the Pure Yang Primordial Fire and the Nanming Primordial Fire. However, now he has the Heavenly Apocalyptic Blaze too? How many primordial fires does he actually have? Could it be that all Seven Legendary Primordial Fires are in the control of the Celestial Sect of Wonders?" The Freshwater Holy Man felt as if what he had known for the past thousand years was being turned upside-down. "Let's not talk about seven, it shouldn't even be possible for him to have five! How did he not get incinerated by all these primordial fires?"

While he was shocked, he did not slacken in his attack. While he had never seen the Heavenly Apocalyptic Blaze, he had some understanding of it too. As he watched his Black Gui Thunder Water being reduced into fuel for the Heavenly Apocalyptic Blaze, which burned even brighter, he did not retreat but instead, increased his offence.

The black ocean made out of thunder enveloped the heavens and the sea below like a tsunami.

If it were an inexperienced cultivator, he would have feared the special abilities of the Heavenly Apocalyptic Blaze and dared not do anything else. However, the Freshwater Holy Man's analysis of the situation was accurate. No matter what, he was still an Immortal Soul stage cultivator whose powers exceeded Xiao Yan's.

While the Heavenly Apocalyptic Blaze was powerful, Xiao Yan's Intermediate Nascent Soul stage mastery of the Heavenly Apocalyptic Blaze was still limited. It was impossible for him to swallow all of the Freshwater Holy Man's thunder water.

The Freshwater Holy Man tried to overpower him and borrowed upon the vast amount of thunder water to exceed the amount that Xiao Yan's Heavenly Apocalyptic Blaze could take in. Doing so, he sought to break through the defence of the Heavenly Apocalyptic Blaze and directly threatened his Divine Token of the Five Thrones, and then Xiao Yan himself. The extra thunder water that was ingested could be seen as funerary offerings for Xiao Yan!

However, while he was decisive, Xiao Yan was no laggard too. The Divine Token of the Five Thrones protected him and the Jade Green Dragon that was formed from the Heavenly Apocalyptic Blaze rushed forward while the Grand Sun Primordial Flame, which had turned into a Blood Red Sparrow, merged with Xiao Yan himself and turned in a streak of red light. Together, Xiao Yan managed to escape from the area covered by the black thunder ocean.

In the sky, Xiao Yan's laughter rang, "Excellent! Other than my fellow disciples, I can rarely find such a fun opponent to battle against in my Nascent Soul stage!"

Xiao Yan stopped laughing and he stood firmly in the void. The milk-white Pure Yang Primordial Fire on his forehead began to spread. While it was not as wide as the Freshwater Holy Man, it was just as powerful.

In the sea of white fire, other than the Blood Red Sparrow and the Jade Green Dragon, there were also the forms of White Tiger and Xuanwu. It was truly a startling sight that made the Freshwater Holy Man, an Immortal Soul stage cultivator, look on solemnly.

Xiao Yan retracted his smile and his gaze turned icy-cold. He looked straight at the Freshwater Holy Man and said, "However, while you may be an Immortal Soul stage cultivator, you are a heartless ingrate and a scum. Keeping you alive in this world is an utter humiliation."

The Freshwater Holy Man's expression was nonchalant as he turned to look at Zhu Yi, who had been quietly watching the fight without interfering.

He did not care about the Kui Cow King and Baiguang. Yang Qing and Li Yuanfang may be Lin Feng's immediate disciples but they were still in their Aurous Core stage. He did not care much about them too.

Miao Shihao and Jieyu were in their Advanced Nascent Soul stage and Advanced Demonic Lord stage and they had exceptional battling abilities. He was slightly wary of them. If not for Xiao Yan before him, he would not have cared at all.

However, Zhu Yi was different. Rumour had it that Zhu Yi was just as powerful as Xiao Yan. If he were to join in the attack, then the Freshwater Holy Man had to act carefully.

Oh, there was still a bronze-skinned young man. He appeared to be in his Advanced Nascent Soul stage, but his actual powers appeared unknown.

Looking at the bronze-skinned young man, an uneasy feeling rose in the Freshwater Holy Man's heart.

As he thought about it, he did not hesitate any more as he performed a spell gesture with his hands.

A hundred, giant spell formations in the seas surrounding Mount Liubo lit up and seawater within the spell formation shot straight into the sky and turned into water dragons that charged straight into the clouds.

The power and mana that came forth made Zhu Yi and Xiao Yan furrow their brows.

For giant spell formations that borrowed upon the powers of its surroundings and tapped on the powers of heavens and earth, it meant the caster had spent a lot of energy preparing it. Its power could not be underestimated.

Furthermore, the Freshwater Holy Man was in his Immortal Soul stage. For him to activate such a spell, one could only stand in awe of its power.

"Eh?" As his opponent had bluffed his spell formation, the Freshwater Holy Man suspected something was amiss. At that moment, he noticed that the bronze-skinned purple-robed young man smiled and used his hands to cast a weird spell gesture

In the next instant, purple clouds appeared at the centers of the hundreds of spell formation in the sea, enveloping them immediately.

The Freshwater Holy Man immediately felt his spell formations turning awkward and clumsy. It no longer followed his will and a dark look crossed his face. "Not only did it deceive me, but did something happen to my spell formations?"

He sought to regain control of his spell formation but then, the bronze-skinned youth's right arm chopped down in mid-air like a knife.

In the next moment, hundreds of spell formations which did not have the time to turn into a giant spell formation disappeared died down quietly as their lights dimmed.

The Freshwater Holy Man felt a tremor in his mind as he felt his connection with the spell formations being severed.

In shock, he looked at the bronze-skinned young man. "Does the Master of the Celestial Sect have another powerful disciple?"

That was Lin Feng's Steel Tree Avatar. He smiled and looked at the Freshwater Holy Man as his gaze danced.

"Strange, there's something special about this person. What is it?"