In an instant.
Time seemed to have been put on pause.
The scorching airflow that was enough to roast his head dry, the cat-and-mouse playfulness on the faces of the two Soul Formation cultivators... everything became incredibly slow in Su Ji's perception.
The severe pain piercing through his left shoulder, the dizziness from excessive blood loss, the despair of impending death... all negative states were thoroughly erased in an instant by an incomprehensible mighty power.
A force far more majestic and vast than when he forged his Heavenly Palace Golden Core suddenly awakened from every corner of his limbs and bones!
He could even feel that his newly forged Heavenly Palace emitted an excited hum under the washing of this power.
"Hmm?"
The teasing on the face of the gray-clothed middle-aged man known as Old Ghost Li abruptly froze.
He saw that the young man who should have been pinned to the ground by him, unable to move, actually slowly opened his eyes.
In those pupils was a dim crimson like coagulated blood. Surging within was murderous intent pure to the extreme.
"Clang—!"
A sharp and piercing sound of metal friction resounded through the grayish-white world.
Su Ji's right hand holding the Fallen Dragon Spear suddenly exerted force, abruptly pulling out the longsword pinning his left shoulder from his flesh inch by inch!
He stood up and casually threw the dharma treasure longsword of the Soul Formation cultivator onto the ground, emitting a crisp clattering sound.
The hideous bloody hole on his left shoulder healed rapidly at a visible speed under the horrified gazes of the two Soul Formation cultivators, not even leaving a single scar.
"This... what kind of secret art is this?"
The playfulness on Old Ghost Li's face finally disappeared, replaced by deep shock and suspicion.
Su Ji did not answer them.
With one hand, he held the Fallen Dragon Spear, its shaft covered in crimson dragon scales, and with his other hand, he slowly drew the ancient cyan sword from his waist—Yin Feng.
One spear, one sword.
Sword in the left hand, spear in the right.
"Huu..."
Su Ji let out a long breath of foul air. After leaving his body, that foul air actually transformed into a visible black storm surrounding him.
Centered on him, an overbearing and wild aura soared into the sky, and the surrounding space slightly distorted under this aura.
Solemnity appeared in Old Ghost Li's eyes.
He no longer had any feelings of contempt and made his move.
Old Ghost Li's figure was fast to the extreme. He condensed a longsword in his hand again and thrust straight at the center of Su Ji's brows.
However, Su Ji merely swung the Yin Feng sword in his hand forward casually.
That seemingly understated sword strike accurately slashed onto the most insignificant node in Old Ghost Li's sword move.
"Clang!"
Old Ghost Li only felt an irresistible immense force transmit from the sword blade. The webbing between his thumb and index finger went numb, and his entire body uncontrollably retreated several steps backwards, each step stepping out a deep footprint on the hard ground.
He was horrified to find that the opponent's sword strike actually made him feel a sense of powerlessness as if facing the truth of heaven and earth, as if all his moves had become a joke full of flaws in front of the opponent.
At the same time, the Fallen Dragon Spear in Su Ji's right hand swept a circle around his body in an unreasonable and overbearing manner.
"Boom!"
That long spear, wrapping a massive force as viscous as substance, shattered all the intertwining airflow chains with just the wind pressure brought by its swing!
Evenly matched.
Merely in the first exchange of blows, both sides had already stirred up a destructive storm.
Old Ghost Li stabilized his figure, the horror in his eyes even greater.
This youth was like an arch-enemy who had fought him thousands of times, knowing all his combat habits like the back of his hand.
Every time he was about to make a move, the opponent could always predict it half a step in advance, and then counterattack in the simplest and most effective way.
But he was certain that he had never seen this person before!
"This boy is so terrifying, he absolutely cannot be left alive!"
"Attack together! Kill him!"
Old Ghost Li no longer hesitated. He gave a sharp shout and charged up again.
The other Soul Formation cultivator also put away all his playful intentions. His entire person turned into an afterimage and joined the battle.
For a time, spear shadows and sword lights intertwined. Dull impact sounds and sharp clanging sounds rang endlessly.
Fighting against two by himself, Su Ji not only did not fall into a disadvantage, but instead grew braver the more he fought.
The Yin Feng sword in his left hand was tricky and ruthless. Every time he struck with the sword, it pointed directly at the flaws and weak points in the two people's moves, forcing them to have no choice but to defend.
Meanwhile, the Fallen Dragon Spear in his right hand swung with wide, sweeping motions. Every spear swing carried an overbearing momentum to crush everything, making them not dare to take it head-on easily.
If only discussing the power of each strike, the two Soul Formation cultivators who had lived for over a thousand years were still superior.
Su Ji did not dare to forcibly take any of their strikes. In every collision, he needed to first unload more than half of the force, and then use the Fallen Dragon Spear to shake them away.
The gap in realms was still a chasm difficult to cross.
But Su Ji's advantage lay in the fact that he dual-wielded weapons, and his attack frequency was far higher than the two of them.
Moreover, his current state seemed to not know fatigue at all.
"This kid... just what kind of monster is he!"
Old Ghost Li grew more alarmed the more he fought.
He forced Su Ji back with a sword strike, withdrew and retreated, and suddenly clasped his hands together.
"Burning Heavens!"
He shouted violently, and the temperature of the entire grayish-white world suddenly rose.
Streaks of dark red flames appeared out of thin air above Su Ji's head, turning into a sea of fire pressing down right on his head!
The other Soul Formation cultivator also seized this opportunity. His hands formed hand seals, and countless sharp blades composed of airflow shot toward Su Ji, who was enveloped by the sea of fire, from all directions like a violent storm.
However, facing this sure-kill combined attack that was enough to instantly kill cultivators of the same realm.
Now it was actually forced to be used against a Golden Core junior?
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