Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

A heat wave swept in.

Even from such a distance, Wang Chan could still feel the scorching heat rushing towards her.

The maids on both sides waved their dust-repelling fans, and the huge feather fans emitted a hazy halo, enveloping the entire carriage procession and isolating it from the outside world.

Nangong Wan forcibly extracted the essence of her natal magic weapon, the Vermilion Bird Ring. This action was equivalent to overdrawing a portion of its future growth potential, which forced it to "transform".

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird, enveloped in the Crimson Sun True Fire, soared into the sky. Its immense power melted the cliff beneath her feet into a smooth and dazzling layer of glass.

Do you really think you're weak and easily bullied, like you're made of clay?

If you want to keep me here, then be prepared to turn to ashes here!

Nangong Wan's eyes flashed with a cold light. She had already damaged her source by forcibly activating the Vermilion Bird Ring earlier, and now she was holding back even more.

He formed a hand seal and activated the power with all his might.

The enormous phantom of the Vermilion Bird instantly crashed into the two guardians.

Wherever it swept, the air was scorched and distorted.

A blow delivered with hatred from a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator is not something an early-stage Core Formation cultivator can easily withstand, let alone withstand head-on.

The old ghost and the old boy's expressions changed drastically.

"retreat!"

The two did not hesitate at all.

Before they could even process the thought, they instinctively transformed into two streaks of blue and red light and retreated rapidly.

Even if you had a protective magic weapon, you absolutely couldn't withstand such power head-on.

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird was enveloped in a wisp of domineering and unparalleled Crimson Sun True Fire. Ordinary magic treasures used to defend against it would suffer severe damage to their spiritual essence and foundation at best, and be melted down on the spot at worst.

The two pushed their escape techniques to their limits, and for a moment, they actually managed to leave the giant Vermilion Bird a little distance behind.

Upon seeing this, a cold sneer flashed across Nangong Wan's pale face, followed by a strange smile.

The Vermilion Bird traced a semi-circular trajectory in the air, ignoring the two fleeing figures in a disheveled state.

Instead, it charged headlong towards the massive chariot where Wang Chan was, carrying the power to burn mountains and boil seas.

The target was none other than Wang Chan!

Around the carriage, the Foundation Establishment cultivators and maids responsible for guarding it, including Yan Zhi, instantly lost all color in their faces, and their eyes finally revealed an undisguised, primal look of panic.

With their mere Foundation Establishment stage speed, how could they possibly escape?

If even a tiny bit of the Vermilion Bird Fire Shadow is grazed by it, there is only one outcome: to be reduced to ashes!

Yan Ruyan was not affected because she was far away.

She looked at the crowd in the carriage, her heart filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

Although the scene before her was not what she wanted, she was secretly pleased with it, yet a sense of reluctance arose deep in her heart.

Seeing that Nangong Wan was using a diversionary tactic, targeting the young master Wang Chan, the two guardians of the Ghost Spirit Sect simultaneously cursed, "Damn it!"

If Wang Chan were to perish here, their fate as her escorts would be predictable; they would undoubtedly have their souls extracted and their bodies refined by Wang Tiansheng.

However, at this moment, even if they tried their best to return to the rescue, it was already too late.

Surprisingly, Wang Chan, who was at the center of the storm, did not show any fear on her face; instead, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

At this critical moment.

Suddenly, large patches of pink clouds appeared in the sky, like a light veil, instantly enveloping Wang Chan's carriage.

Two figures swiftly approached from afar; they were none other than the Red-Pink Skeleton who had previously confronted Hong Fu.

Both of them were at the mid-stage of Core Formation.

The skeleton snorted coldly, and its withered body suddenly erupted with dense blood light, condensing into a shield.

The faces of many struggling, vengeful spirits are faintly visible above, while also emanating a nauseating, foul stench.

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird crashed heavily into the massive Blood Soul Shield.

The scorching flames and the filthy blood collided violently, annihilating and corroding each other.

Countless streams of violent fire and malevolent blood shadows scattered and burst forth.

Upon entering the seemingly light, misty fog below, it felt as if it had been struck by layers of water and cotton wool, which were then dissolved one by one.

A beautiful woman gracefully landed in front of the carriage, letting out a charming laugh.

"Oh, little sister, you've got quite a temper. But this little spark can't burn through my 'Peach Blossom Mist'."

She spoke lightly, but her face was noticeably paler than when she first met Lu Jianghe, and her breathing was slightly unsteady.

Previously, they intercepted Hong Fo outside Huangfeng Valley, and later encountered Li Huayuan, only Yunlu Old Demon personally arrived.

How could the Red-Pink Skull couple escape unscathed? They've only suffered some internal injuries and depletion.

Old Demon Yunlu, mindful of their past contributions, allowed the two to retreat to the rear and recover from their injuries.

Just now, Wang Chan received a telepathic message from Hongfen, informing her that these two seniors in the mid-stage of Core Formation were resting nearby.

The filthy, bloody light on the shield surface evaporated and dissipated like boiling soup, and its own radiance dimmed rapidly.

The skeleton groaned, clearly having endured a tremendous impact.

On the other side, the Vermilion Bird's form became noticeably more ethereal, and the wisp of Crimson Sun True Fire was no longer as intense and domineering as it had been initially.

Seeing that two more demonic cultivators had appeared, Nangong Wan's heart calmed down.

It seems that even if she were to detonate her natal magic weapon today, she would still find it difficult to escape.

The situation has reversed again.

Seeing that reinforcements had arrived, Gui Lao and Tong Lao's courage increased, and their escape light instantly turned around, blocking Nangong Wan's rear path.

The skeleton was struggling to hold on, and looked quite disheveled.

They knew that as long as they could withstand the initial attack, the subsequent attacks would be nothing to fear.

The reason why the Vermilion Bird is so domineering is entirely due to that core wisp of Crimson Sun True Fire.

All that's needed is to completely extinguish this wisp of primordial fire.

Therefore, the loss is merely at the level of vital energy, which is still bearable and cannot be considered a fundamental injury.

Seeing this, Nangong Wan knew that struggling desperately was useless.

Having cultivated for so many years, one is naturally unwilling to perish.

Her jade wrist drooped slightly, and the transformed Vermilion Bird instantly retracted its blazing flames, transforming back into a crystal-clear red jade ring, which flew back to her fair wrist along with the silver ring, its radiance subdued.

Seeing this, Wang Chan curled up a smug smirk; the outcome was already decided.

He stepped out of the carriage, his arrogant expression softening somewhat. Facing the pink skull, he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and bowed slightly.

"Thank you both for your timely assistance. If it weren't for your efforts in turning the tide, I'm afraid I would have lost my life here."

Yan Ruyan looked at Nangong Wan in the distance and sighed in her heart.

Now she truly had no intention of interfering or secretly helping.

If there was still a thought of taking the opportunity to help them escape, then now two more demonic elders at the Core Formation stage have arrived.

Her petty schemes will only make her a laughingstock, and may even implicate herself and the Yan family.

The alluring woman turned around, her eyes gleaming with seductive light, her voice sweet and seductive: "Young master, there's no need for guests..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

All the Core Formation cultivators present turned their heads instantly, their gazes all fixed on one direction.

A young man in a black robe with wide sleeves appeared in the sky directly in front of Nangong Wan at some unknown time.

The situation is changing rapidly.

Just like that playful remark.

As long as you dare to go all out and start a team fight, the rules will automatically match you with a suitable opponent.