Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit Chapter 165 – Amethyst Bee Royal Jelly

"Are you Brother Ai Shu-Tao?" the voice asked.

With a happy face, the skinny cultivator called out, "It’s me! Are you Big Brother Lu?"

The sound of footsteps slowly approached, and a red-faced brawny man appeared on the other side of Peng Chang-Qing. The brawny man and Ai Shu-Tao created a pincer formation that trapped Peng Chang-Qing in the center.

Ai Shu-Tao's face was a little shocked when he saw that it wasn’t the person he’d been expecting.

Noticing his shock, Peng Chang-Qing moved decisively. He immediately shot one of the four fires towards Ai Shu-Tao.

The red-faced cultivator shouted, "Watch out!"

At the same time, a verdant sword light flew out like an arrow towards Peng Chang-Qing.

Ai Shu-Tao reacted quickly, but in his haste, he only had time to cast a small bell in the air. The fire exploded on the bell, and launched Ai Shu-Tao backwards, crashing through two huge trees before stopping. His aegis energy had shattered completely.

The red-faced cultivator's sword light had cut into the protective flame barrier around Peng Chang-Qing, but was blocked by a mystic instrument. The impact from the sword light knocked Peng Chang-Qing back several feet.

The shock on Peng Chang-Qing’s face was clearly visible now that his protective flame barrier had been extinguished.

His nascent fires were each contained inside of a yellow lantern, and the lantern hovering in front of him was densely cut with dozens of slits.

Peng Chang-Qing probed his divine sense, his expression turning serious when he looked at Lu Ping again. "Eighty-one sword lights at the Seventh Layer Blood Condensation Realm. Mister, you’ve actually comprehended ‘Sword Complexity’ and attained the State of Sword Intent!"

The red-faced cultivator also didn’t expect his sword attacks to be so powerful when casted with his Sword Intent. In just one blow, he managed to impair a top-grade defensive mystic instrument and almost shattered it.

Looking at the sword marks on the surface of the yellow lantern, the red-faced cultivator secretly thought it was a pity

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