In the gray, dead world, a bright River of Swords surged down!
Her Sword Control Technique was exquisite beyond compare.
In this, she had inherited Bai Moulong's traits. She wielded the Sword Control Technique with a saber—willful, and capable of making her opponents feel awkward. As her strength grew, Bai Moulong had rarely used the secret arts of Chunyang Palace's Daoist lineage. This was perfectly suited for newly transformed dragons or flood dragons in the midst of transforming: there was no need to relearn anything, and they came with fully mastered skills and abundant combat experience. Otherwise, relearning everything and cultivating combat awareness would take a very long time.
The River of Swords, formed from countless straight sabers, crashed against the golden bell, unleashing a dense barrage of clanging impacts!
While controlling the River of Swords, she constantly darted about and shifted positions to avoid being locked onto, moving up, down, left, and right. Whenever she found an opening, she threw out several straight sabers, planting them around the monk to unfold energy fields that interfered with the religious spells.
On the other side, a Dragon's Roar thundered. The raised heavy saber left a string of afterimages across the sky before smashing heavily against the sturdy golden bell.
The force was truly immense. A shockwave erupted from the point of impact and spread in an instant. Those watching from afar were either killed or injured.
The two dragons finally experienced the monk's formidable defenses firsthand. Though the gap in cultivation played a part, his fortress-like defensive skill was undeniably solid. Under the violent bombardment, the golden bell flickered bright and dim several times before ultimately withstanding the savage assault.
The monk remained where he was, choosing not to weave about.
That was simply the nature of the religious sect's exclusive