"Ughhhh!~"
After his right arm was severed, Ying Mingchao quickly clamped his left hand over the wound, rapidly retreating even as his face twisted in a scream of agony.
The moment that scream rang out, Zi Xunyi, Chu Feng, and the others all sensed that something was terribly wrong.
Ying Mingchao was an iron-willed, unyielding man through and through. There was absolutely no way he would let out such a wretched shriek over a mere flesh wound.
The only explanation was that what seemed like a simple severed arm was in fact an unbearable, excruciating pain—otherwise, Ying Mingchao would never react like this.
"That weapon."
At that moment, Chu Feng also noticed that the golden dagger now gleaming in the Soul Infant Sect Master's left hand was no ordinary weapon.
It was not an Ancestral Armament at all, because from that weapon, Chu Feng sensed the same aura as the one emanating from Li Yue'er's pink longsword.
It was an Immortal Armament. The Soul Infant Sect Master actually possessed an Immortal Armament.
"You're not getting away."
Even as Ying Mingchao was sent hurtling backward, the Soul Infant Sect Master dropped his Ancestral Armament from his right hand. His palm open, he thrust his hand forward and seized at Ying Mingchao through the air.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh— In an instant, a tremendous suction force erupted from the Soul Infant Sect Master's palm, instantly enveloping the retreating Ying Mingchao within its grip.
Powerful as Ying Mingchao was, he was now like a bird caught in a net. No matter how desperately he struggled, he could not break free of that suction's hold. In the end, he could do nothing but watch himself hurtle helplessly into the Soul Infant Sect Master's palm.
And just as Ying Mingchao drew close to the Soul Infant Sect Master, the Sect Master did not seize him. Instead, his palm sharpened like a blade, and he drove it straight through Ying Mingchao's Dantian.
"Ahhhhh~~~~"
Once again, Ying Mingchao let out a scream of agony, because the dark flames wreathing the Soul Infant Sect Master's body were now surging ceaselessly into his own.
Ying Mingchao's skin began turning purple, and across that purpled flesh, lines of black appeared—one after another, like dark veins spreading across his entire body.
Under these conditions, Ying Mingchao's aura grew weaker by the moment. Forget the might of a Rank Two True Immortal—at this point, his aura was inferior even to that of an ordinary Martial Ancestor.
Ying Mingchao now looked like a man afflicted with a deadly poison. One glance was enough to know his condition was pitiful beyond words.
"So now you understand why I dared to come alone to capture all of you?"
"Because of this—this half-finished Immortal Armament, the Dragon Scale Dagger."
The Soul Infant Sect Master brandished the golden dagger in his hand as he spoke.
"So that's a half-finished Immortal Armament?"
Hearing the Soul Infant Sect Master's words, Chu Feng finally understood. This formidable weapon was not a true Immortal Armament, but a half-finished one.
However, the aura of this half-finished Immortal Armament in the Soul Infant Sect Master's hand was strikingly similar to Li Yue'er's—which meant that Li Yue'er's weapon was also merely a half-finished Immortal Armament, not a true one.
That was hardly surprising. Immortal Armaments were simply that powerful. True Immortals, while formidable, had only just entered the realm of Immortal cultivation—they naturally could not fully command a true Immortal Armament.
In fact, as far as Chu Feng could tell, even this half-finished Immortal Armament had not been completely mastered by the Soul Infant Sect Master. He was only bringing a fraction of its power to bear.
Yet even that fraction was enough to make him invincible, allowing him to defeat Ying Mingchao with ease.
From this alone, one could see just how formidable the power of a half-finished Immortal Armament truly was.
It was a weapon that an ordinary Ancestral Armament could never hope to rival.
Though it was only a half-finished Immortal Armament, the gap between it and an Ancestral Armament was as vast as the gulf between a True Immortal and a Martial Ancestor—simply too enormous, an impassable chasm.
"Let Mingchao go!!!"
Zi Xunyi cried out in a voice torn between anguish and fury.