A stunningly beautiful woman stood suspended on the water's surface, with long, flowing, blood-red hair, revealing a pair of smooth, jade-like feet, slender, straight legs, a waist as delicate as a willow branch, and a bewitching, sexy face.
Even though he knew the other party was likely a black market expert, Yan Bing was still somewhat dazed, as if lost in his surroundings. He started gesturing wildly and ran towards the water.
Even Li Bo's eyes showed a look of infatuation, falling under the other's charm. However, she was better than Yan Bing and could still barely control her body.
Even so, it was clear how terrifying the woman in red was; she had almost bewitched Li Bo, who was also a woman.
Only Wang Hao remained clear-headed, staring at Yan Bing, and shouted, "Come back!"
Wang Hao's voice was infused with true energy, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to tremble and shattering the red-clad woman's illusion.
Yan Bing, who had already rushed to the water's edge, trembled upon hearing Wang Hao's shout and immediately came to his senses.
He glanced at the water that had submerged his ankles, then at the stunningly beautiful enchantress floating on the surface, and immediately understood what was happening. His face turned pale with fright, and he quickly looked away, no longer daring to look at the enchantress.
"What an amazing illusion."
When Yan Bing regained consciousness, he felt extremely frightened. That demoness was highly skilled in illusion magic and could break through a martial artist's mind and soul.
Once you lose your way, you're at her mercy.
Thinking of this, Yan Bing and Li Bo broke out in a cold sweat. Luckily, Wang Hao was there, otherwise they wouldn't even know how they died.
The Crimson Saint Envoy narrowed her beautiful eyes and let out a melodious laugh, saying, "As expected of someone even the young master values, you are not afraid of my illusions. It seems that I really must get rid of you."
The reason Wang Hao was able to remain unaffected by the Crimson Saint's illusions was because his mental strength and spiritual awareness were exceptionally powerful, even stronger than the Crimson Saint's.
Illusion is a very powerful and strange martial art, and very few martial artists can master it.
To cultivate illusion techniques, one must possess strong mental power.
The Crimson Saint's spiritual power is indeed extremely strong, having reached the thirtieth level, which is already considered the pinnacle among his peers.
However, Wang Hao was an exception.
Her supposedly formidable mental strength proved utterly insignificant in the face of Wang Hao.
Wang Hao narrowed his eyes, roughly discerning the level of martial arts cultivation of the Crimson Saint Envoy.
Her martial arts cultivation level must have just broken through to the Heavenly Realm not long ago.
In terms of spiritual attainment, she is far inferior to Yinshan.
However, Wang Hao sensed that her strength was far greater than Yinshan's, making her a terrifying martial arts master.
Even a master of Yinshan's caliber probably couldn't withstand a single move from her.
The difference between the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm and the Early Stage of the Heaven Realm is only one major realm, but it represents a span of three minor realms.
With Wang Hao's current strength, he could never be her match unless he also breaks through to the Heavenly Realm and is at the same level, then he would be confident of defeating her.
The difference between two realms is like the difference between heaven and earth.
Yan Bing lowered his legs and stood in a horse stance, his arms slightly lowered, assuming a fighting stance. He said, "Brother Wang, let's join forces and fight her! I refuse to believe that the three of us can't handle this little wench!"
"Heh! You've got guts. In that case, the three of you can try it together."
The Crimson Saintess smiled and extended a jade-like finger, gently pointing it at Yan Bing.
Suddenly, Yan Bing's body went out of his control and he flew off the ground.
It was as if an invisible rope was wrapped around his neck, dragging him into the air and suspending him.
"How could this be... how could this be... are you... a human or a ghost...?"
Yan Bing clutched his neck tightly, suspended in mid-air, struggling incessantly.
Li Bo felt a chill run down his spine. He had never seen such a bizarre method before, and he also had some doubts in his heart. Could that woman in red really be a female ghost?
Wang Hao unleashed a dazzling brilliance by drawing upon his own sword intent.
A surge of sword intent permeated the surrounding space, forming invisible sword energies. Even the leaves on the ground trembled and flew up from the ground.
"Whoosh!"
With a flick of his arm, Wang Hao sent the Yin-Yang Profound Iron Sword flying out of its sheath, transforming into a streak of light as it flew over Yan Bing's head, instantly dispelling the invisible force binding his neck.
With a loud thud, Yan Bing fell from a height of more than ten meters and crashed heavily onto the beach.
"Oh my god! A ghost... She's definitely a ghost! Li Bo, Brother Wang, we'd better run!"
Yan Bing yelled and scrambled back, no longer daring to entertain the thought of being an enemy of the Crimson Radiance Envoy.
The way they dealt with it was terrifying; they weren't even human.
“She’s not a ghost. She just used her martial spirit to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to bind you in mid-air,” Wang Hao said calmly.
Then, Wang Hao looked at the Crimson Saint Envoy and said, "As expected of one of the Seven Fiends Envoys of the Black Market, he has already cultivated his Martial Soul at such a young age."
"You're even more impressive. You've cultivated to the 'Sword Heart Clarity' level in the Earth Realm. I admire you greatly," said the Crimson Saint Envoy with a smile.
Just now, the sword strike that severed the spiritual energy binding Yan Bing was made using the power of "Sword Heart Clarity," a sword control technique.
Wang Hao deliberately revealed his "Sword Heart Clarity" realm for his own purpose.
The Crimson Saintess, like a female ghost in red, floated onto the island in an instant without moving her body, hovering three zhang away from Wang Hao, Yan Binghe, and Li Bo.
A chilling aura emanated from her, soaring into the sky and causing the temperature on the entire island to suddenly drop.
Snowflakes drifted down from the night sky, like goose feathers, falling in a flurry.
Strange phenomena appeared in the heavens and earth, with snowflakes flying thousands of feet high.
The area within a thousand feet was completely covered by ice and snow, turning into a cold winter, all because of the influence of the true energy of the Crimson Saint Envoy.
Under the suppression of the powerful strength of the Crimson Saint Envoy, Yan Bing immediately shrank his neck and muttered, "Still saying she's not a female ghost? I think she's clearly a ghost that came to take lives."
"Heh! That's right! I have indeed come to take your lives, especially Wang Hao's."
The Crimson Saint pointed his finger at Wang Hao.
Her long red hair suddenly grew longer, like a blood-red waterfall tens of meters long. One strand of hair flew towards Wang Hao and wrapped around his neck.
Wang Hao immediately circulated his true energy, wanting to counterattack, but the flow of true energy from his dantian was interrupted at his neck.
The backlash from the true energy caused the meridians in Wang Hao's head to bulge out completely, as if they were about to explode.
Wang Hao realized something was wrong and immediately withdrew his inner energy.
The Crimson Saint Envoy laughed, "Don't waste your energy. A martial artist's meridians extend from the dantian and must pass through the neck. If we seal your neck, it's the same as sealing all your meridians. If you continue to circulate your true energy, all your meridians will explode, and you'll become a cripple."
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