"Truly harbors ill intent."
Upon hearing the sound of something slicing through the air behind him, Xu Zhou’s gaze turned icy cold.
This Yue Huarong, with her previous appearance of pitiful innocence, was merely trying to earn his sympathy, only to launch a fatal strike when he least expected it.
Luckily, he was already on guard.
Whoo!
Xu Zhou’s Qi-Blood surged violently throughout his body, his acupoints opening wide. With all his might, he slashed backward with a blade.
Clang!!
The brilliant white blade light clashed with the blood-red sword light, erupting with a deafening noise, yet the blood-red sword light broke through the blade light and continued to shoot towards Xu Zhou.
Xu Zhou’s eyes narrowed; with his current strength, even a late-stage third-grade Martial Artist might not withstand his full-force strike.
Although Yue Huarong’s cultivation had fallen to the Fourth Rank, and she was severely injured, her casual attack was still beyond Xu Zhou’s capability to match.
The gap between third-grade and fourth-grade was like a chasm!
"Bang!"
Xu Zhou stamped his foot on the ground, and his body flickered rapidly.
In the next moment, his form shimmered several times, leaving multiple afterimages mid-air.
At the pinnacle of the fifth level of his Step Above the Sky technique, combined with his talent for instant movement, Xu Zhou could switch directions dozens of times in a very short space, using this to deflect a critical hit.
"Boom!"
The blood-red sword light seemed to lose its target, shooting into a rock, and with a loud crash, the rock shattered into pieces.
Buzz!
Simultaneously, a purple flash gleamed in Xu Zhou’s eyes, sending a thunderous spiritual attack into Yue Huarong’s mind.
But this time, his usually infallible spiritual attack seemed to sink without a trace.
"Spiritual attack?"
Yue Huarong’s voice came with astonishment: "To have such spiritual power at only the Second Grade Realm?"
Xu Zhou frowned slightly; although her cultivation level had fallen, her spiritual strength remained high.
His spiritual attack entered her mind but seemed to sink into the sea, without any effect.
Without being able to activate his Circulation Acupoints, his trump card of spiritual attack seemed useless.
"No wonder you’re an invincible seed of High Grade, I’m growing more and more fond of you," Yue Huarong said softly, with a hint of allure.
Her tone was gentle, yet her actions were ruthless.
Instead, they became even more vicious.
She raised her hand, sending out a gray-white light, and then pinched it with both hands, as if kneading dough, forming a bizarre doll out of the light.
The doll had a ferocious face, yet its expression was life-like. If not for its size, it could have been mistaken for a living person.
"With my blood, summon your soul..."
Yue Huarong muttered words as if chanting a spell, and with that, black mist erupted from the doll, and then it opened its eyes, appearing to come to life.
This was a deceitful puppet crafting method from the Moon God Sect!
Simply put, it involved refining a living person into a wax figure through a special ritual, then processing it with an ancient technique, finally condensing it into a palm-sized doll.
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