321: Two magical treasures

"Do it!"

Daoist Yunche was the first to snap back to his senses, his sharp shout echoing through the clouds.

His internal spiritual power surged abruptly, transforming into visible waves of azure light. He slammed his palms together and then struck out; two massive palm prints that blotted out the sun took shape, carrying an unstoppable momentum as they slammed toward Chen Xuan.

True Person Cang Ling and Mo Chenzi attacked simultaneously with seamless coordination.

True Person Cang Ling performed a hand seal with one hand, chanting under his breath. Several ice spikes as thick as arms instantly condensed beside him, then shot toward Chen Xuan like a torrential downpour, sealing off all his paths of evasion.

The Black Wind Demonic Wolf also let out a roar, its robust demonic power rippling outward and turning into an invisible field that enveloped the surroundings.

Chen Xuan felt the air around him suddenly become as viscous as paste. His movements showed a slight stagnation, and his speed involuntarily slowed by half a beat.

Facing the killing moves of the four-man encirclement, Chen Xuan’s expression remained indifferent and calm. He gave the heavy longsword in his hand a light shake, and a loud, Dragon-like roar erupted with a "buzz." Resplendent golden Sword Qi soared into the sky like a bright sun breaking through the clouds, forcefully shattering all the incoming ice spikes into fragments that scattered in the astral wind.

Immediately after, he tapped his feet lightly against the Void Realm, his figure flickering like a ghost. He narrowly avoided the Black Wind Demonic Wolf’s lunging claws, the sharp sound of the claws tearing through the air brushing past his sleeves.

Taking advantage of the opening, he swept his heavy sword horizontally. A golden Sword Gang several yards long condensed without dissipating, carrying the power to split mountains and crack stones as it slashed straight toward the Black Wind Demonic Wolf.

"Got him!"

A faint smile played at the corner of Mo Chenzi’s mouth. Seeing Chen Xuan restrained by the demonic wolf, he immediately sacrificed an Azure Whisk. Infused with spiritual power, the whisk's silk strands instantly grew several times longer, transforming into thousands of sharp blades that shot toward Chen Xuan’s back like a blanket covering the sky.

At this critical juncture, Chen Xuan’s left hand suddenly flipped over. A crimson bracelet carved with a ferocious fire Dragon pattern abruptly appeared on his wrist—it was his second heaven-rank magic treasure, the Fire Dragon Bracelet!

The bracelet expanded upon meeting the wind, instantly growing to several yards in size and transforming into a lifelike Dragon. As it bared its fangs and brandished its claws, its Dragon roar shook the universe.

Scorching dragon breath spewed out, forming a raging sea of fire that instantly burned the sky-covering whisk strands to ashes, leaving not even a trace of blue smoke.

"Another heaven-rank magic treasure?!"

True Person Cang Ling and Mo Chenzi cried out in shock simultaneously, their faces filled with unbelievable horror. An obscure Cultivator actually possessed two heaven-rank magic treasures; such wealth simply overturned their understanding!

Daoist Yunche’s heart was filled with even more mixed emotions—regret for missing out on the treasure, and strong curiosity and suspicion toward the mysterious Dao Seeking Sect.

If Chu Haotian hadn't ruined his plans earlier, if he could have planted Slave Seals deep within the Divine Souls of Ye Hao and his companion, then once the matters of the Rain God Continent were settled, he might have been able to use that connection to plot something against the Dao Seeking Sect!

After True Person Cang Ling's shock passed, he laughed loudly: "No wonder you dared to stop the four of us alone, Fellow Daoist. It turns out your foundation is so profound!"

"If you have other heaven-rank magic treasures hidden in your hands, you might as well bring them all out. Otherwise, once you are buried here, you won't have the chance to use even the finest treasures!"

Hearing this, Chen Xuan shook his head slightly and said, "As for heaven-rank magic treasures, I have no more, but I do have some other good things. If you have the ability, feel free to take them."

A cold light flashed in True Person Cang Ling’s eyes. His left hand quickly formed a seal while he chanted under his breath.

In an instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and snow and wind emerged out of thin air. Two Ice-sculpted Great Birds, several yards high, condensed and charged toward Chen Xuan from the left and right, their sharp beaks and claws aimed at his vitals.

At the same time, he waved his right hand again. Dozens of ice spikes as thick as arms shot through the air, raining down in a blanket to form a pincer attack with the Ice-sculpted Great Birds.

"Take this move!"

True Person Cang Ling shouted angrily, infusing the ice sculptures with his spiritual power. The great birds flapped their wings, actually stirring up an astral wind and suddenly increasing their speed.

With a thought from Chen Xuan, the Dragon saw the ice spikes attacking and immediately raised its head to spit out a Torrent of Flames. The scorching temperature instantly melted most of the ice spikes.

Before the remaining ice spikes could get close, they were shattered by the Dragon's claws.

When the Ice-sculpted Great Birds crashed into the Dragon, they were directly burned until they disintegrated and collapsed.

"As expected of a heaven-rank magic treasure!"

Although he failed to injure Chen Xuan, True Person Cang Ling didn't care; his goal was never to be the primary attacker.

Seeing this, Daoist Yunche, the other two, and the Black Wind Demonic Wolf immediately understood. All four were famous figures on the Rain God Continent, by no means novices on the path of cultivation. Even without a verbal agreement or prior discussion, they were already well-versed in coordinating against an enemy. True Person Cang Ling pinning down the Dragon gave them the opportunity to launch a full-scale assault on Chen Xuan.

"Go!"

Daoist Yunche gave a low shout and lunged forward like an arrow. His palms condensed into palm prints that blotted out the sky, aimed straight for Chen Xuan’s chest.

The Black Wind Demonic Wolf also roared and pounced. Together with Daoist Yunche, one in front and one behind, their palm winds and demonic power intertwined, carrying an unstoppable momentum that sealed off Chen Xuan’s paths of evasion.

The Black Wind Demonic Wolf and Daoist Yunche attacked from front and back, their palm winds carrying an unstoppable momentum, aiming straight for Chen Xuan’s chest.

Chen Xuan’s eyes narrowed. He gave the heavy longsword in his right hand a fierce shake. With a Dragon-like roar of "buzz," a condensed golden Sword Qi slashed out, striking directly at the Black Wind Demonic Wolf.

This great demon knew well the power of a heaven-rank magic treasure and dared not take it head-on. In his haste, his demonic power surged, and a pale golden protective light shield enveloped his body.

With a loud "bang," the Sword Qi collided with the light shield. The Black Wind Demonic Wolf was knocked back dozens of yards by the massive impact, a trace of dark demonic blood leaking from the corner of its mouth.

The moment he forced back the demonic wolf, Chen Xuan had already finished forming a seal with his left hand. Azure-purple lightning arcs danced at his fingertips—the Purple Lightning Piercing Clouds was already formed.

"Boom!"

The azure-purple thunder pillar crashed down, colliding exactly with Daoist Yunche’s palm print.

Violent energy expanded in all directions, forming a circle of invisible airwaves that made Chen Xuan’s white robes and sleeves flutter loudly.

Without giving him time to breathe, Mo Chenzi waved the Azure Whisk again. Thousands of whisk strands instantly turned into brilliant lights, shooting down from the sky like a meteor shower, closing in on Chen Xuan’s vital points.

"Clang, clang, clang!" A series of crisp sounds rang out. With a thought, Chen Xuan’s three three-inch-long Earth Rank Flying Swords suddenly underwent Soul Emergence, transforming into three silver lines that precisely shredded the thousands of brilliant lights one by one.

"You do have some tricks up your sleeve!"

Mo Chenzi snorted coldly and flipped his wrist. The whisk strands suddenly lengthened, whipping toward Chen Xuan’s wrist like a long whip, attempting to entwine the longsword in his hand.

Chen Xuan flipped his wrist, his longsword carving out several sword flowers to sever the incoming whisk strands. Simultaneously, he tapped his left foot against the Void Realm, his figure avoiding Mo Chenzi’s close-quarters combat like a ghost.

But Daoist Yunche had already closed in again, his palm wind like a blade slashing toward Chen Xuan’s back.

Chen Xuan spun around abruptly, blocking with a backhand strike of his longsword. With a "clang," the sword blade bore the massive impact of the force, making his arm feel numb.

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened. Several small lightning snakes slithered and circled within the clouds, then converged into a massive thunder net that descended upon Daoist Yunche, Mo Chenzi, and the Black Wind Demonic Wolf.

This was the thunder technique, Thunder Net Locking the Heavens, which Chen Xuan had taken the opportunity to cast.