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That purple-robed cultivator had never seen such a weird counterattack method. He had no time to dodge, and could only get hit. ( B oxnovel.c om )

His body was sent flying. A barrier instantly emerged on his purple robe, however, it was quickly destroyed alongside his robe. The surface of his body also started to melt. ( B oxnovel.c om )

After traveling for around twenty meters, that red beam with a tinge of black exploded, and the purple-robed cultivator was caught up in the explosion.

“Boom, boom, boom~”

A big hole was created twenty meters away from him.

Song Shuhang clicked his tongue.

A weak-looking demonic technique such as the [strong teeth and good appetite] skill turned out to be pretty useful at this critical moment! The only problem was the taste, which was somewhat bitter.

Next time, he should try it on a different magical technique. After all, there might be magical techniques with a sweet taste?

“I’ve underestimated you… Song Shuhang. Although you are at the Third Stage, you are completely different from ordinary cultivators of the Third Stage.” The voice of that purple-robed cultivator echoed from afar.

The purple-robed cultivator walked out of the flames of the explosion. At this time, the majority of his body was charred black. But just as he walked forward, the charred black skin fell off his body, getting replaced with new skin.

It wasn’t the work of a healing technique. It was the regenerative power of the body of that purple-robed cultivator.

“Actually, I’m just an ordinary cultivator of the Third Stage,” Song Shuhang said. “Right, why does it seem that you are worried about me?”

“Since you can send back magical techniques… can you counter this move as well?” The purple-robed cultivator spread his arms open, and eight swords appeared in his hands. Then, he stretched out his hands and threw the sharp swords at Song Shuhang.

Runes were engraved on the body of each sword. The eight magical treasures were extremely sharp, and they could easily cut Song Shuhang’s body to pieces.

[Ye Si!] Song Shuhang shouted inwardly.

[Preparations have been completed,] Ye Si replied.

[Three Heads and Six Arms.]

Ye Si held her life-bound golden book in one hand and the ❮Writing of the Sage❯ in the other as she appeared on Song Shuhang’s left.

As for Song Shuhang, he held his treasured saber Broken Tyrant in one hand and that scholarly treasure of the Third Stage rank, the [Heaven and Earth Worshipping Brush], in the other.

On his right, the virtuous lamia was holding a flip-flop in her left hand and a blood-red bone in the other one. The last one was a treasure that that pitiful blood demon boss had provided. The problem was that Song Shuhang didn’t have that many weapons with him; the number was nowhere enough to one that Nezha in legends could materialize. Thereupon, he was forced to give the virtuous lamia those two strange items to make up the numbers.

Well, they were still magical treasures in the end, right?

The eight sharp swords arrived in front of Song Shuhang in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the pages of Ye Si’s life-bound golden book gently flipped, and several rays of light shout out of it, falling on the sharp swords.

The quickly approaching swords were slowed down, made heavier, had their resistance increased, and so on. Their speed decreased threefold.

The corner of Song Shuhang’s mouth rose as he waved his treasured saber Broken Tyrant.