Chương 43: Chapter 43 The Holder of Phoenix Fire

Jia Liu's last words carried the enchantment of the Divine Soul.

In the South Border, among the great sects that cultivated evil ways, except for their core skills, which they kept secret, the lesser techniques and arts would often be generously shared with each other...

This appearance, neither human nor ghost, half-Buddha half-demon, was obviously learned from the Hehuan Sect, infamous alongside the Yin Mountain and the Heavenly Puppet Sect.

"Disgusting."

Xie Xuanyi's Divine Soul was like an immovable rock, unswayed by Jia Liu's soul-hooking technique. With a cold snort, he shattered the seductive sounds!

Hearing this crisp and decisive evaluation.

Jia Liu, who had been pretending to be composed, suddenly looked ugly.

No longer disguising herself, she let out a shrill scream, her four arms forming seals simultaneously. The previously quiet Chenqing Mountain instantly became "lively" as a crimson hand burst through the soil right where Xie Xuanyi stood.