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"I want the head of this one, or perhaps it should be Captain Iron himself who comes to take it. These people are not worth my time..." Aotian glanced at the people around him and said mockingly.
Upon hearing Aotian's words, the members of the Iron Sand Adventure Team turned red with anger, especially Tiesha Lan, whose face was as dark as coal.
"Heh, very well, then let me personally take you down!" Iron Sand Cold said with a chilling smile.
Aotian's gaze sharpened slightly. He knew that the upcoming battle would be a real challenge. Innate Eightfold—truth be told, Aotian had no confidence in escaping from its grasp, especially with other members of the Iron Sand Adventure Team lurking nearby. For now, Aotian could only take it one step at a time.
"Whoosh."
Iron Sand Cold's figure flickered and seemed to tear through the air, instantly appearing in front of Aotian. His fists danced continuously, creating a barrage of punches that descended upon Aotian's vital points.
Aotian's eyes were filled with vigilance. From the overwhelming shadows of fists, he sensed a chilling intent to kill.
"Boom."
Invisible Soul Power surged from Aotian's Second Brain Sea, manifesting before him and rapidly condensing into an intangible barrier that blocked the incoming punches.
"Thud, thud, thud."
The punches struck against the barrier, producing a series of dull thuds. With each impact, Aotian's face grew paler and his gaze dimmed slightly.
However, Iron Sand Cold's killing intent surged even more as he murmured:
"This power is different from Mystical Energy; it feels so ethereal and intangible. Could it be... Soul Power?! Damn it, this guy is actually a Soul Practitioner?!"
At this moment, the killing intent in Iron Sand Cold's eyes was almost palpable. A fifteen-year-old Innate Martial Artist and First-Level Soul User—what a genius!
Especially as a Soul Practitioner, this has never been seen in the entire Desolate City. And this boy is actually a Soul Practitioner? What kind of monstrous talent for cultivation must he possess? If he escapes today, my Iron Sand Adventure Team will likely be wiped out without a trace in the future!
At this moment, Iron Sand Cold had made up his mind; no matter what the cost today, he must kill this boy! It was not only for the reward but also because Aotian's talent for cultivation made Iron Sand Cold feel a deep sense of dread.
"Kid, let's see how you can resist this!"
With a furious shout, Iron Sand Cold unleashed a terrifying wave of Mystical Energy from within him, surging towards Aotian like a tidal wave. The momentum was truly frightening!
Aotian's pupils constricted, and his fists clenched involuntarily. From that terrifying tide of Mystical Energy, Aotian felt an overwhelming pressure.
Is this the power of an Innate Eightfold warrior?! Indeed stronger than Shangguan Jin by more than one measure...
"Kid, die!"
As soon as Iron Sand Cold's words fell, the terrifying tide of Mystical Energy crashed violently against the invisible barrier in front of Aotian.
Boom!
The invisible barrier, which had been able to withstand Iron Sand Cold's attack, was instantly torn apart by that wave of Mystical Energy, as if it were made of paper.
Puff!
With the barrier destroyed, Aotian's soul was immediately injured, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth. His face turned pale in an instant, resembling that of a sheet of white paper.
The tide of Mystical Energy continued unabated towards Aotian. Suddenly, Aotian was struck hard and slid along the ground, flying backward. The originally clean ground now bore a straight crack in the shape of a person.
"How about it, kid? Do you still want to fight?" Iron Sand Cold sneered.
At this moment, Aotian's clothes had become tattered and torn, and his originally fair skin was covered by a layer of glaring crimson. The scene was extremely tragic.
Clearly, even though Aotian had mastered the first transformation of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Body, the gap compared to Innate Eightfold was still immense. His hardened physical defense was shattered by a single strike from Iron Sand Cold.
Aotian trembled as he crawled up from the ground, wiping the blood from his face. Although his eyes were dim and lifeless, they revealed a beast-like ferocity.
"The battle is not over yet!"
Aotian's voice carried an overwhelming killing intent.
Then, one could see the Transformation Technique within Aotian soaring into the sky like a tangible force. His hands continuously formed seals, and a Light Finger appeared out of thin air.
The Light Finger was only half-formed, but its destructive aura seemed capable of annihilating gods, exuding extreme dominance.
"Annihilation Finger!"
Aotian roared in his heart, and then that Light Finger crushed towards Iron Sand Cold under the astonished gazes of everyone.
Iron Sand Cold revealed a hint of surprise in his eyes and said, "So this is the technique you used to defeat Shangguan Jin? Very well, let me see just how powerful this martial art really is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Iron Sand Cold slammed his palm forward, causing the air in front to be directly torn apart by this powerful palm strike.
"Void Breaking Palm!"
The Mystical Energy within Iron Sand Cold surged forth like a flood, bursting out along his palm and rapidly condensing into a Light Palm in mid-air.
Light Finger and Light Palm collided violently, and a terrifying wave of energy rapidly spread from the point of impact, uprooting the surrounding trees and sending dust flying everywhere.
"Mm?!"
Iron Sand Cold felt a jolt in his heart as he sensed that the energy in his Light Palm was gradually being weakened, while Light Finger was becoming increasingly powerful.
"This is a bit strange, but the gap in strength cannot be compensated for by such means!" Iron Sand Cold said coldly. Then, an even more terrifying surge of Mystical Energy erupted from his body, continuously flowing into Light Palm.
The overwhelming aura emanating from Light Palm was chilling. Meanwhile, cracks began to appear on Light Finger. Clearly, the clash between Light Finger and Light Palm had reached a deadlock.
Aotian gritted his teeth and held on tightly. He knew that although the Transformation Technique was incredibly strange and could assimilate other powers, the gap between him and Iron Sand Cold was simply too vast. By the time the Transformation Technique finished assimilating Iron Sand Cold's Mystical Energy, he might already be defeated. Therefore, all he could do now was hold on and buy enough time for the Transformation Technique to assimilate the Mystical Energy.
However, the disparity in cultivation levels between Aotian and Iron Sand Cold was too great, and the cracks on Aotian's Light Finger were becoming increasingly dense.
"Bang!"
In the end, under Aotian's horrified gaze, Light Finger was shattered by Light Palm, turning into countless specks of light that gradually dissipated into nothingness...
"Pu!"
Immediately, Aotian spat out a mouthful of blood, despair flickering in his eyes.
Was he really going to die here...
After shattering Light Finger, Light Palm continued its relentless advance toward Aotian. A shadow in the shape of a palm quietly emerged around him.
As Light Palm drew closer, Aotian's eyes were filled with ruthlessness. His hands formed intricate seals once again, and the Transformation Technique from his Dantian was now fully unleashed...
With the condensation of Aotian's hand seals, the previous Light Finger reappeared in the air, flickering in and out of visibility.
"Hmph, you've exhausted your tricks. Since that's the case, I won't bother playing with you any longer!"
With a cold snort, Iron Sand Cold unleashed a surge of energy from the Light Palm, instantly shattering the still-forming Light Finger.
"Heh heh, in the end, there's no escape..."
At this moment, the heavy pressure from the Light Palm firmly locked onto Aotian. He knew that it was already too late to flee!
The Battle Situation had become extremely perilous, and Aotian found himself in a life-or-death predicament...
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