"Silver tongue! I'd like to see what divine abilities a mere Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator like you actually has, to dare not put this old monk in your eyes!"
Monk Kong Xuan flew into a rage. With a flick of his sleeve, a streak of Five-Colored Rays shot out, its glow rippling and flashing as it sank into the great roc's body.
A crackling series of explosions rang in their ears. Along with a heart-shuddering gale, the great roc's body swelled several times over. When its two wings spread, the shadow alone was a dense, black mass.
Lin Xuan's expression changed, but before he could move, the great roc had already opened its huge beak and spat a bolt of silver lightning from its mouth, smashing viciously against the curtain of light transformed from the Black Gold Dragon Scale Shield.
Dull booms sounded one after another, and the light curtain instantly dimmed. Though this treasure's defense was not weak, a great cultivator's attack was even sharper—sharp enough to chill the heart.
"Hm?"
Monk Kong Xuan was greatly astonished. He had not expected it to actually fail to break the other party's defense. He held one hand upright before his chest and pointed solemnly straight ahead.
The silver lightning spat by the great roc surged and, after a roll, unexpectedly transformed into an electric python as thick as a child's arm. It coiled atop the light curtain and tore at it fiercely with its fangs.
Nor was the great roc idle. Its eyes shone with a fierce light, and its two claws gathered in midair, unexpectedly merging into one, turning into a huge bluish-white claw that scooped down ruthlessly toward the light curtain.
Lin Xuan sighed. If that strike landed solidly, the Black Gold Dragon Scale Shield would absolutely be