"Slash!"

With a low shout, Lin Hao swung his left hand, unleashing a blazing sun, while his right hand summoned thunder. Along with the icy sword aura, three distinct energies converged instantly in front of Wang Changqing.

This time, the old man moved, but faced with the combined assault of two prodigies from the Xuan Yin Sect, it was impossible for him to withstand, especially since his strength was compromised by the Soul-Devouring Worms. Even in his prime, his aged body would struggle against such an attack.

Seeing the old Golden Elixir cultivator about to perish at the hands of the prodigies, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect rushed forward without hesitation to shield their ancestor from the sword aura.