"Do you really think I can only rely on magic artifacts?"
Amid the wash of the Blood River, Xiao Guanglian coldly snorted, his body radiating Xuanjin Radiance, his skin turning jet-black. With a punch, a gap instantly appeared in the Blood River.
As a Divine Son of the Purple Mist Sect, Xiao Guanglian did not rely solely on his status as the Sect Master's direct grandson.
He himself also possessed a Mystical Treasure Golden Body, and though this treasure body was only ranked in the seventies or eighties among divine bodies, with various powerful magic artifacts added, his strength was still far beyond Du Shaochang's at his prime.
On Ning Xinyue's end, she was still entangled with the Fire Tower, a top grade magical artifact. Su Jie's eyes flickered slightly, leaving behind a decoy with the Mysterious Shadow Secret Technique, and using layers of Corpse Hands to defend against the attacks of mid grade magical artifacts, he could still maintain safety for a short time.
