The terrifying pressure from the three heads sweeping over her almost made Ji Xiaoxi faint. Fortunately, her grandfather held her hand, and a warm current flowed into her, gradually calming her down.
Ji Dengtu's face also turned pale. Even with his cultivation level, he was having trouble holding on. Fortunately, Zu Xiaozi helped him absorb most of the pressure.
Zuan remained calm, glancing at the monster before asking, "What's your name?"
"I am a war priest, and my fame is known throughout the world." The three heads were raised proudly, as if they were saying something extremely proud.
Zuan looked it over a few times, then said to Ji Dengtu, "It's much smaller than I expected."
Ji Dengtu rolled his eyes. This is a child?
The three-headed monster was furious: "You ant, how dare you insult me!"
The War Priest's Wrath Value: +444 +444 +444...
Zuan shrugged: "When I saw such a big commotion before, I thought it was something that could destroy the world. It had to be as big as a mountain to meet my expectations. But it's only a dozen meters tall. Little dog."
Ji Dengtu: "..."
Is this kid out of his mind, deliberately provoking this terrifying being?
Ji Xiaoxi blinked her big, bright eyes at him, thinking to herself, "Brother Zu is so brave. He is so calm in the face of such a powerful being, unlike me, who is so cowardly and useless."
The war priest on the left replied, "What do you know, you ants? It's just that your world is too weak to withstand the arrival of our full power, which is why it seems so small..."
"Shut up! This ant is looking down on us, and you're actually trying to explain it to him? Are you stupid?" the person on the right cursed.
The person on the left paused for a moment, then retorted, "Do you think I don't know? I was just answering because I felt like it."
"Idiot." The person on the right smirked.
The middle head shouted, "Shut up!"
The two heads snorted sullenly and turned to face each other, their backs to the other.
The middle head stared intently at Zu'an: "You ant, you have successfully angered me. I have decided to take back the opportunity to make you submit."
Wrath from the War Priest +500 +500 +500...
The head on the left snorted: "How dare you mock me! I'll seize your soul and make you wish you were dead!"
As he spoke, he took out something resembling a soul-summoning banner with his left hand and waved it in the direction of Zu'an's location.
Suddenly, several black, ghostly figures appeared around Zuan and his companions, laughing and joking in all directions.
Come on, let's have some fun together!
Even though no one spoke, the voice rang directly in my mind, as if it were directed at my soul.
Ji Dengtu felt a momentary daze, and his whole body seemed to become lighter, as if something was about to come out of his body at any moment.
He inwardly cried out in alarm. As a disciple of the Priest, he was naturally knowledgeable and immediately guessed that the other party had unleashed a soul attack, which was many times more dangerous than the usual attacks.
Unfortunately, knowing is one thing, but how to defend against it is another.
He couldn't even manage to speak up and remind Zuan; he felt lightheaded, as if his soul had been pulled halfway out of his body by those dark figures.
That brat had to show off, and now we're all doomed.
As for Ji Xiaoxi, she was already in a semi-conscious state. If it weren't for Zu An protecting her, she would probably have been killed instantly by such an attack.
Just then, a clear and melodious knocking sound rang out, followed by chanting of Buddhist sutras. Golden lights appeared above Zu'an's head, and faint images of Buddhas could be seen chanting Buddhist scriptures in the void.
The black shadowy figures immediately let out a series of extremely shrill screams and fled back at a much faster speed than when they came.
The once eerie and imposing banner fluttering in the wind suddenly drooped down.
The head on the left screamed, "My darling, how dare you hurt my darling!"
"Since you were injured by my treasure, it proves that your thing is no good." Zuan reached out and took back the purple-gold alms bowl above his head. He had tricked the monk out of the great tomb, but he never expected the alms bowl to be so powerful. It severely damaged the war ritual artifact in a single move.
Ji Dengtu and Ji Xiaoxi also regained their senses. Looking at the alms bowl in Zu An's hand, Ji Dengtu wondered how this kid could have so many treasures. But even all of them combined couldn't compare to the shock that Teacher Bai had given me.
Ji Xiaoxi looked worried. How could her brother Zu have a monk's alms bowl? Did he also have the idea of becoming a monk?
The three heads of the war priest looked at the purple-gold alms bowl in his hand with a mixture of greed and disgust, and said in unison, "You actually have such a treasure in your hands."
“That soul-summoning banner in your hand is not bad either.” Zu An looked at the soul-summoning banner in the other party’s hand with a solemn expression. He had seen the reaction of Ji Dengtu and his daughter just now. If it weren’t for this purple-gold alms bowl, their souls would most likely not have been saved.
It can completely ignore someone's defenses and capture their soul from a distance; such power is truly extraordinary.
The head on the right turned around and chuckled, "You used to treasure that Soul-Summoning Banner so much, but now it seems it's nothing special. The real treasure is mine."
After speaking, he carefully took out a jade bottle with his right hand and then gently poured it down.
A sudden sense of unease arose in Zu An's heart; the jade bottle gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
This guy isn't as strong as those beings in that great tomb, but the magical artifacts they possess seem to be quite remarkable. Considering the power of that soul-summoning banner just now, this jade bottle is definitely not bad either.
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