SPURT!
As the two voices faded, Ye Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood!
"Young Master, are you alright?!"
Lan Xinyu rushed to Ye Wushuang's side, her face etched with worry.
"I'm fine," Ye Wushuang said flatly. His eyes were filled with a sharp light. Though he claimed to be fine, his Divine Court was in turmoil.
Divine Soul Power!
That shout from Patriarch Zong had carried a terrifying Divine Soul Power, intended to destroy his Divine Court and thus obliterate him.
If Dongfang Zhan hadn't intervened in time, Ye Wushuang would have certainly been struck down.
A Nirvana Realm expert's soul and Divine Sense merge, transforming into a mysterious and powerful Divine Soul. Divine Soul Power doesn't attack the physical body. Instead, it targets a Cultivator's weakest point—the Divine Court!
'Patriarch Zong, this is a debt I, Ye Wushuang, will see paid,' Ye Wushuang thought, gazing toward the Holy City, his eyes filled with icy intent.
"Let's head back."
