Chapter 610 - 435 Tianjiangzi
Tianjiangzi looked at the vast, overwhelming sea of fire before him, his entire body trembling. This level of Daoist skill had not been seen in many years. Ever since the End of Dharma, cultivators had been extremely frugal with their mana and rarely displayed such top-tier Daoist techniques. Even when they did, they would limit the power to avoid exhausting their mana.
However, this Call Wind Skill now before him was nothing like something a Five Qi Realm cultivator could possibly execute, as such cultivators did not possess such immense mana.
The former master of the Tri-Floral Realm felt a surge of despair. He had just made a move, using the River Flipping Skill, and now his remaining mana was insufficient to combat the raging sea of fire advancing toward him.
"Damn it! I, Tianjiangzi, who dominated the world all my life, am now going to be slain by a mere junior who’s only at the first layer of the Five Qi Realm?"
He roared unwillingly. Then, the crystalline Primordial Spirit Flower above his head instantly wilted. Summoning the last of his Primordial Spirit Power, he sacrificed the Dao Artifact he had nurtured for years.
It was a purple-golden gourd inscribed with talismans. At that moment, it radiated light, expanded with the wind, and turned into a small mountain that stood tall before him.
A split second later.
The fierce wind and blazing fire swept over, the scorching heat burrowing through the pores and into the lungs, burning souls and destroying flesh—a terror beyond description. It was far more horrifying than the Dividing River into Land Technique Xiang Xiangzi had previously unleashed, and this fire had no gaps of escape. Although the purple-golden gourd had blocked most of the attack, the remaining flames still scorched Tianjiangzi’s arms.
In just a blink, Tianjiangzi’s two arms were reduced to charcoal, and when the wind blew again, that charcoal dissolved into ash.
The excruciating pain gnawed at his body from within, the sensation of burning filled every nerve, causing Tianjiangzi to collapse to the ground, crying out in agony, his screams unending.
A master of the Tri-Floral Realm, even under the protection of a Dao Artifact, ended up in such a miserable state. The armored soldiers he had brought fared even worse. As soon as the flames swept over them, they froze in place, completely immobile. When one cast another look, they had all turned into humanoid charcoal. A gentle breeze later, they scattered into oblivion, leaving no trace behind.