Chapter 376

Chapter 376: So It Was You Who Stole Zhu Qing’s Storage Pouch
Elder Oblivion froze. Then a wave of heat rushed up from his neck straight to his head.

“Outrageous!” He turned around in fury. His old face went pale and green with anger, looking especially frightening.

Long Fei Fei dared to provoke even the First Family of the Cultivation World, the Si Tu Clan, so how could she be afraid of Elder Oblivion?

Especially since Elder Oblivion had just called her and Yu Zhao out by name and wanted to get rid of them without the slightest attempt to hide it.

If Long Fei Fei still gave him any face, then she would not be Long Fei Fei.

“Outrageous? You have the nerve to say I’m outrageous? You should be laughing that I’m not sitting on your head slapping your face. You already have half a leg in the coffin and you still want to act like a young man fighting over treasure. Do you even know what you’re grabbing? Get lost! Don’t force this Grand Auntie to make a move!”

Long Fei Fei stood with her hands on her hips, cursing nonstop without even taking a breath.

Elder Oblivion’s face went from green to purple.

He might not be able to deal with Zhang One Blade, but he still could not deal with a little girl?

“Oblivion Palm!”

Elder Oblivion shouted and swung out a palm.

His motion looked very slow, but as he pushed, the spiritual energy all around him rushed toward him like mad. In a blink, it formed a gray palm print five zhang tall.

Almost as soon as the palm print formed, it swept toward Long Fei Fei with the force of crashing mountains and seas, making heaven and earth go dark.

Long Fei Fei’s eyes narrowed. She was about to reach back for her life-bound dharma artifact when a two-colored mirror flew past in front of her and quickly grew bigger.

The pitch-black mirror surface almost blocked her view. There was no panic on her face. Instead, she looked at Yu Zhao in surprise and joy. She had not expected Yu Zhao to help her.

Elder Oblivion did not care. He had been in closed-door cultivation for too long and did not even know that someone like Yu Zhao had appeared in the Cultivation World.

But the other Nascent Soul old fiends present were all well informed. Yu Zhao had become famous with one battle in the Cultivation World Grand Tournament. Her life-bound dharma artifact, the Mirror of Fleeting Lives, had become her symbol and had even started a craze for using mirrors as magical artifacts.

At first, they had not recognized Yu Zhao. But when she brought out the Mirror of Fleeting Lives with its black and white yin-yang colors, and they saw how young she looked, they suddenly understood who she was and could not help feeling excited.

The last time they had heard of Yu Zhao, she had only been a junior at the Late Golden Core stage. Yet now her cultivation level was already enough to stand on equal footing with them.

Although the Cultivation World did not care about seniority and ranked people by strength, Yu Zhao was simply too young. It was hard for them not to feel jealous.

Since Elder Oblivion was here, they might as well let him test whether Yu Zhao was as monstrous as the rumors said.

Yu Zhao had already been uneasy because of Bai Ran’s disappearance and the sudden Dragon Roar. On top of that, Elder Oblivion kept talking after he arrived and even grew murderous toward them. So she could not be blamed for fighting back.

She waved her right hand and poured a large stream of spirit power into the Mirror of Fleeting Lives. A flash of light passed over the watery mirror surface, and a thick gray mist immediately floated out from it.

In almost an instant, a palm print identical to Oblivion Palm appeared before everyone.

Elder Oblivion’s face changed greatly as he cried, “How is this possible…”

His words were drowned out by a huge impact.

The violent waves of spirit power slammed into his body, making his robes flap wildly.

Even the strong stabbing pain could not wake him from his shock.

Xue Tong Zi was blocking the endless aftershocks while secretly sighing.

[So her great name was not empty.]

No wonder Yu Zhao could stand out above all the other young cultivators.

“You can copy my Oblivion Palm, but I don’t believe you can copy my Ring of Oblivion!”

Elder Oblivion slammed his hands together, then pushed them outward.

A gray, half transparent ring floated forward.

It looked misty and unreal, but it moved extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, it passed through the Mirror of Fleeting Lives and arrived in front of Yu Zhao and Long Fei Fei.

Long Fei Fei was itching to try it and shouted, “Let me do it!”

But Yu Zhao did not give her the chance. She gathered soul force in her palm and shot out her hand like lightning.

Buzz-
A soft trembling sound rang out.

Elder Oblivion’s eyes almost split open.

Yu Zhao had actually caught the Ring of Oblivion with her bare hand.

This was a soul attack that could pierce all things in the world!

And it had been broken so easily?

When Xue Tong Zi saw Elder Oblivion’s stunned face, he almost burst out laughing.

He still did not know that the Yu Zhao he treated as an ignorant junior disciple was also a master of illusion arts who used soul force as her main method of attack.

And clearly, Yu Zhao’s control over her spirit and soul was much stronger than Elder Oblivion’s.

[This time he really kicked an iron plate.]

At this moment, Yu Zhao smiled slightly at Elder Oblivion, then stretched out her other hand and grabbed the Ring of Oblivion as well.

Elder Oblivion suddenly came back to his senses. He reached out to stop her and shouted, “No!”

Crack, crack.

The Ring of Oblivion split into two in Yu Zhao’s hands.

“Puff!”

Elder Oblivion’s body swayed. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The dark purple on his face faded and turned deathly pale.

A part of his soul force had been attached to the Ring of Oblivion.

Now that the ring was destroyed, his soul was attacked as well.

Bright red blood flowed out from his seven orifices. His expression became weak and dull, and in an instant he looked ten years older.

Zhang One Blade shook his head.

[He brought this on himself.]

After Yu Zhao waved the Mirror of Fleeting Lives back to her, she ignored the others and focused her attention on the valley below Chaozong Gorge.

She remembered clearly that the Dragon Roar had sounded after Bai Ran disappeared. So could the roar be related to Bai Ran? And could Bai Ran be related to the Dragon Clan?

But in the whole Cultivation World, only two beings were known to have Dragon Clan blood, Quan Ye and the Bixi Dragon-Tortoise.

Then where had Bai Ran come from?

Come to think of it, Bai Ran and the Bixi Dragon-Tortoise did seem to have a lot in common, like white scales, red eyes, and…

Yu Zhao was just faintly grasping a thread when a very overbearing divine sense suddenly swept over the area where they stood.

Everyone’s hearts tightened at once, and the hair on their bodies stood up.

“Divine Transformation!”

A Divine Transformation old fiend had arrived!

This place was closest to Clarity Sound Temple. Could it be people from Clarity Sound Temple?

But they soon rejected that idea, because an extremely wild laugh came from the sky.

“Hahaha, I did not expect to be the first one here. It seems this opportunity is fated to be mine!”

With a shrill sound, a figure broke through the air and stopped, standing high in the sky. His white outer robe was covered with huge flame patterns.

Yu Zhao and Long Fei Fei both twitched their eyelids.

These flame patterns looked very familiar.

No, they were not just familiar. They had clearly seen them not long ago on Zhu Qing’s storage pouch.

The man’s identity was obvious.

Long Fei Fei could not help feeling glad for the habit she had built up over many years. As soon as she got the storage pouch, she had moved everything inside it into her own storage space and then destroyed the original pouch completely.

That way, this Divine Transformation old fiend in front of her would not find out she had had contact with people from the Heavenfire Divine Sect.

But just as the thought flashed through her mind, a pressure like Heavenly Punishment crashed down on her.

Long Fei Fei let out a scream. A mist of blood spread out from her body.

Her aura instantly became very faint.

“It was you who stole Zhu Qing’s storage pouch.”