The bones vanished without a trace.

It must be said that the power both of them unleashed now has, to a certain degree, surpassed the limits of the Purple Mansion Realm, reaching a whole new level.

It can easily maim, or even kill, a Purple Mansion Cultivator.

Suddenly, Master Baoxu’s face showed shock and disbelief, mixed with a hint of unnoticed joy.

Because in this moment, the opportunity for Core Formation, the power he sought to surpass the Purple Mansion Realm, felt like a crack in the thick ice suddenly split open, like a glimmer of light in infinite darkness.

But in life and death, how could Zheng Yi give him this chance?

"For me, stop!"

With a furious roar from Zheng Yi, the blood-colored river left by the Nether River Daoist surrounding him was driven into action.

A long chant echoed, as the Blood River surged and transformed into a fierce blood snake, leaping out and charging into the void, its long body swimming through heaven and earth, shattering pieces of air, striking fiercely at Master Baoxu.

Poof!

Master Baoxu’s face turned red, spitting out blood, the phantom behind him suddenly shattered like glass, turning into invisible fragments scattered across space.

An overwhelming pressure instantly suppressed Master Baoxu’s body, locking him in place as if he were imprisoned.

His eyes, filled with flames of rage, suddenly showed a trace of unease, as if he saw something unbelievable.

Along with a flash of white light, Master Baoxu’s towering figure in the heavens and earth suddenly halted.

Poof!

With a sound, Master Baoxu’s head flew high into the air, and his eyes, atop the head in mid-air, turned blank and regretful.

Perhaps in his final moments, he regretted provoking the Daluo Alliance, regretted forming this Alliance Army, or he wouldn’t have faced such a terrifying situation.

Maybe he felt lost about the future of the Golden Palace Sect, having lost three Purple Mansion Cultivators and most of the Sect’s elites, reducing the Golden Palace Sect’s strength to its limits, like a fat sheep exposing its belly, while hungry wolves lurked nearby, ready to pounce on such an opportunity.

Sadly, all this had already happened.

With a final sigh of either regret or realization, his Divine Soul was absorbed into the gourd by the white light.

Crack!

Before Zheng Yi could catch his breath, the gourd in his hand emitted a crisp sound, its surface cracking.

The originally cyan Chaos Gourd’s surface revealed a shocking black line, the originally balanced Yin Yang Qi began to fluctuate, as if it could disintegrate at any moment.

"This time, it’s really hurt the origin!"

"I don’t know how long it will take to recover..."

Zheng Yi’s heart sank, but his expression remained unchanged. He put away the Chaos Cyan Gourd, looking up into the void, he spoke.

"Everyone, you’ve seen enough. If you don’t leave, do you also want to have a go?!"

In fact, during the battle, he clearly felt several powerful Divine Souls probing in this direction. When he was fighting fiercely with Master Baoxu, he couldn’t afford to make more enemies, so he didn’t drive them away.

Now, with Master Baoxu dead, the battle ended, yet spying continued, obviously with ill intentions.

Zheng Yi naturally wouldn’t be polite.

At this moment, with the power to consecutively kill Purple Mansion figures, even Master Baoxu of the Golden Palace Sect died at his hands.

Seeing him angry, those Divine Souls hesitated for a moment before retreating.

Even as Purple Mansion Cultivators, witnessing Zheng Yi’s mighty prowess, they hoped to fish in troubled waters, yet none dared to test whether Zheng Yi could still wield that gourd-shaped Magical Treasure to unleash another earth-shattering strike.

After all, to test would be to perish!

High Tier cultivators highly value their lives.

Purple Mansion Cultivators, all holding their heads high, pampered and well-off, dare not gamble on it.

"Not seeing the coffin, they don’t cry!"

Seeing this scene, Zheng Yi couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.