Two Great Experts

Shock and disbelief filled the two other Imperial Guard Experts hidden in the shadows. They thought they were seeing an illusion, yet they knew their companion—that brother who had dominated with his saber techniques—had truly had his arm shattered by a single punch and his head sliced off by a single sword stroke.

His fine head was still boiling through the air, blood spurting like a fountain before it had even hit the ground, when two figures howled forth like wind and lightning. They unleashed earth-shaking divine arts, carrying the unpredictable might of thunder as they pounced on Duàn Yì.

One had a head as large as a bushel basket and a short, squat body. Sparse stubble hung beneath his chin, and he wore an inconspicuous black short robe.

Yet the pair of golden rings in his hands gleamed brilliantly, as though they had gathered the essence of heaven and earth. As they spun through his hands, they transformed into a golden dragon and a soaring phoenix, intertwining as they devoured the primordial energy of the void, concealing boundless killing intent as they slashed toward Duàn Yì's arms.

In an instant, their fierce and powerful Qi Aura split the entire space in two. Their might surpassed, rather than fell short of, that of the imperial guard expert Duàn Yì had just beheaded.

His weapon was not one commonly seen in the martial world, but belonged to the Esoteric Arts, renowned for their vicious danger.

The other man stood straight and tall, with regular features. A spot of red cinnabar between his brows danced like a flame. His palms moved like sand, true qi surging from within him as his robes billowed as though stirred by the wind.

At the same time, surging heat between his palms formed a crimson furnace