"Princess Claire is getting overwhelmed!"
An old Tribulation realm cultivator called out.
"So, what do you say—ready to admit defeat? If you surrender now, this young master might just spare your life!" Ian Song fixed his gaze on Princess Claire, teasing her.
At his words, a look of grim resolve flashed in Princess Claire's eyes. "You little thief, today it's either you die or I do!"
In the next instant, golden flames erupted from Princess Claire's body, and her aura surged wildly.
"Wahhhh!"
Ian Song spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his face turning pale again. Staring in shock at Princess Claire, he couldn't help but roar, "You crazy woman, you're burning your soul power!"
That's right—Princess Claire was willing to burn her soul power just to kill him.
The soul is the foundation of any cultivator. Once the soul is damaged, a drop in cultivation is the least of your worries—your lifespan will decrease, and if the damage is severe, you'll never make much progress again in this life.
Burning soul power means using your soul as fuel. Even burning for a single second inflicts tremendous harm, and if you burn it all away, you’ll vanish from this world entirely—without even a chance at reincarnation.
Boom! Boom!
After burning her soul power, Princess Claire’s strength skyrocketed. Invisible force crashed down on Ian Song, driving him back again and again, blood flying from his mouth.
"You think burning your soul power is enough to kill me? Dream on!"
Ian Song roared, fully enraged. With a cold shout, three jade bottles appeared and shattered instantly, sending three hundred Frost-Soul Pills flying into his mouth. Their immense medicinal power spread rapidly, repairing his soul and replenishing his drained spiritual power.
Boom! Boom!
Ian Song swung his sword, slashing out again and again—he didn’t retreat, but charged straight at Princess Claire.
"He just swallowed another three hundred!"
Spectators watched Ian Song gulp down the pills, and more than a few felt a pang in their hearts. If these five hundred Frost-Soul Pills were used properly, you could build a first-rate sect within a thousand years.
"Kill!"
Princess Claire's face was set with resolve; her left hand formed a seal, her right hand swung her spirit sword, and she struck back just as fiercely.
"Princess Claire is falling behind!"
An old Tribulation realm cultivator exclaimed.
"So, what do you say—admit defeat? If you surrender now, I might just spare your little life!" Ian Song fixed his gaze on Princess Claire, teasing her.
At his words, a look of grim resolve flashed in Princess Claire's eyes. "You little thief, today it's either your death or mine!"
The next moment, golden flames erupted from Princess Claire's body, and her aura surged madly upward.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
Ian Song coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, his face paling again. Staring in shock at Princess Claire, he couldn't help but roar, "You crazy woman, you're burning your soul power!"
That's right—Princess Claire was willing to burn her soul power just to kill him.
The soul is the foundation of any cultivator. Once the soul is damaged, a drop in cultivation is the least of your worries—your lifespan will decrease, and if the damage is severe, you'll never make much progress again in this life.
Burning soul power means using your soul as fuel. Even burning for a single second inflicts tremendous harm on the soul, and if you burn it all away, you’ll vanish from this world entirely—without even a chance for reincarnation.
Boom! Boom!
After burning her soul power, Princess Claire’s strength soared. Invisible force pressed down on him, driving Ian Song back again and again, blood spraying from his mouth.
"You think burning your soul power can kill me? Dream on!"
Ian Song roared, fully enraged. With a cold shout, three jade bottles appeared and shattered instantly, sending three hundred Frost-Soul Pills flying into his mouth. Their immense medicinal power spread rapidly, repairing his soul and replenishing his drained spiritual strength.
Boom! Boom!
Ian Song swung his sword, slashing out again and again—he didn't retreat, but advanced aggressively toward Princess Claire.
"He swallowed another three hundred!"
Spectators watched Ian Song gulp down the pills, and more than a few felt a pang in their hearts. If these five hundred Frost-Soul Pills were used properly, a first-rate sect could be built within a thousand years.
"Kill!"
Princess Claire's face was set with resolve; her left hand formed a seal, her right hand swung her spirit sword, and she struck back just as fiercely.