Gonggong hesitated, but Xiaogong pressed forward without the slightest thought of retreat.
Against the weak-water world Gonggong brought down with a raised hand—a vast expanse that would drown all things—Xiaogong turned into a streak of swordlight and shot out. In an instant, she tore through eight million li of sky and closed in on Jiang Sheng.
Two clear sword cries rang out. Mighty Sword Qi surged skyward like light reaching the heavens.
"Heaven-Cutting: Break Ten Thousand Laws."
"Firmament-Piercing: Sky-Tide Sweep."
The swordlights crossed like startled swans, rising from north and south to sweep across the sky.
As Jiang Sheng and Xiaogong struck together, mottled swordlight and a sky-sweeping streak soared like dragons. In the blink of an eye, both strikes slammed into the head of the fire dragon formed from the Dao, just barely stopping Zhurong's blow.
Even Jiang Sheng was astonished, let alone Zhurong. He knew exactly how strong he was. By all rights, he could never have stopped a full-force strike from Zhurong. How had adding Xiaogong's strength made the two of them his equal?
Jiang Sheng was bewildered, and Xiaogong herself could scarcely believe it. Staring at her palm, she murmured, "How is this possible?"
A moment ago, she had merely felt a vague premonition that she and Jiang Sheng could stop the strike together. She had never expected them to actually do it.
After a moment's surprise, Zhurong laughed and seized the fire dragon. The immense creature that blotted out the sky condensed once more into a crimson spear wound with Dao markings. His million-li-tall divine form swung the spear, which stretched between heaven and earth, and brought it down on Jiang Sheng's head. "Good, good, good! Let's see how many strikes you can block."
"Lingyuan, if you cannot get past me, how do you expect