The remaining force of the fierce, peerlessly sharp Sword Intent did not wane, driving straight toward the Nine Nether Elder behind.
For the first time, clear astonishment appeared on the Nine Nether Elder's withered face.
Was the power of this Swordsmanship not a bit too overwhelmingly strong?
"Suppress the souls!"
At the last critical instant, the Nine Nether Elder hastily chanted an ancient incantation.
An ancient little cauldron, pitch-black all over, with three legs and two ears, shot out from the crown of his Celestial Spirit.
It grew as it met the wind, turning into a gloomy Soul-Suppressing Cauldron the size of a house, spinning rapidly as it hung down tens of thousands of strands of mountain-heavy Profound Yin Nether Qi, sheltering him and the Cloud Thunder Celestial Venerable's Nascent Soul in his hand beneath it.
Boom!
The remaining power of the river-of-galaxies sword light slammed brutally into the curtain of Nether Qi hanging from the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron.
