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Chapter 4650: 5.0402 Spiritual Attack

He coughed, actually spitting out a trace of blood right there, and staggered back two steps.

The Little Stoic hadn't even processed what had happened when she saw Duan Yue striking at the old man. His move was incredibly ruthless. When the silver-white flame reached the old man, it suddenly exploded, and specks of sacred power surged like a tide, instantly enveloping the old man.

Elder Wang retreated two steps but still couldn't steady himself. His head buzzed, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably. In a blink of an eye, Wang Xin saw a slender figure leap in front of him. A silent, silver-white flame danced on the man's long fingers and was unceremoniously flung towards him.

Elder Wang naturally wouldn't stand there foolishly waiting for death. In his panic, he had no time to dodge. His brain made the fastest judgment, mobilizing his entire body's sacred power to generate a localized defensive divine armor. Wang Xin intended to block the flame attack in front of him.

However... he couldn't block it at all!

The old man watched with wide eyes as the flickering silver-white flame burned a hole through his localized divine armor. The flameless fire took the opportunity to burn his face.

This sudden change happened very quickly. Duan Yue's method was both vicious and cruel; he didn't burn anywhere else, but precisely the old man's face. In an instant, everyone was horrified to discover that the old man's entire head was enveloped in silver-white flames. It felt as if he was wearing a silver-white helmet, the flames burning unhurriedly, wrapping around the old man's head, slowly igniting without any wind.

The young men who had been nauseated by the turbulence were now all pale-faced, retreating repeatedly. They only dared to hide far away behind the spiritual artifact's cabin, calling out "Elder Wang, Elder Wang!" to the old man. They dared not do anything else, staring at Duan Yue as if he were a moving evil spirit, not daring to move an inch.

What kind of joke was this? Even Elder Wang, a Transcendent God Realm expert, was subdued by that young man in a single encounter. Give them eighteen times the courage, and they wouldn't dare step forward to seek death.

"Qiao Qiao, are you alright?" Feng Chen and Feng Changqing had by now rushed to Qiao Mu's side, carefully examining her with worried expressions.

Qiao Mu was bewildered, her dark eyes still holding a hint of confusion. She glanced at Feng Chen and the others, then at Qi Xuanxuan and the Little Fatty beside her, who also had question marks on their faces. "What could be wrong with me?"

"Does your head hurt? Do you feel unwell? Are you dizzy? Can you still stand?" Peony Fairy pushed through the crowd, squeezing beside the Little Stoic, asking in rapid succession, "Do you want me to help you sit down?"

The Little Stoic's face was a question mark as she looked at them. She turned to look at Duan Yue, who was fuming at the old man, then at Feng Chen and the others, who had grim expressions. "Can... can I ask what happened?"

What the heck? Long Hui was just speaking normally, and then Duan Yue suddenly attacked. She hadn't even made a move, and Duan Yue rushed out to hit the old man. She really didn't understand what was going on.

Feng Chen was stunned, then he looked her up and down. While sighing in relief, he couldn't help but laugh. "You, you didn't feel anything?"

"No, what feeling?" The Little Stoic's question-mark face turned to one of curiosity.

Dao Wuji, with his loud voice, couldn't help but exclaim, "Huh? You really didn't feel anything? That old man just launched a solo spiritual attack on you the moment he saw you! Doesn't your head hurt? Are you dizzy? Are you dizzy?"