Golden Rosy Cloud surged around the White Tiger, gathering into crashing waves.
The spirits of the three sacred beasts descended together.
"Retreat!"
The Eighth Meridian Lord and Zhan Lingfeng retreated almost simultaneously, though neither forgot to unleash terrifying power in defense.
The sky exploded as rosy clouds flew in every direction, each strand piercing through space and leaving the heavens torn and tattered, a desolate sight indeed.
"As expected of the Zhan Clan's Emperor Realm experts. They're truly strong!"
Lin Xuan could not help but marvel. Zhan Lingfeng and that unnamed member of the Zhan Clan were far stronger than Young Lord Wind Fiend and the others.
Their use of power and grasp of the timing for attack and defense were utterly beyond comparison with Young Lord Wind Fiend and the rest.
Though they were all prodigies, Young Lord Wind Fiend and the others clearly lacked combat experience.
Of course, the two from the Ascension Sanctum had accumulated experience over a longer period, but the gap between their power and Lin Xuan's was simply too vast. No amount of experience could make up for it.
"Taiji!"
"Go!"
Lin Xuan spoke again, directing the Eighth Meridian Lord.
The Taiji Diagram immediately transformed into a pair of Yin-Yang Fish, passing beyond the Four Spirit Beasts as it charged forward.
Only upon reaching the Eighth Meridian Lord did they transform back into the Taiji Diagram and descend in suppression.
Clang!
A thunderous boom like colliding gold and iron rang out. When the Eighth Meridian Lord's battle saber struck the Taiji Diagram, he was actually sent flying by a violent force.
"Eighth Meridian Lord!"
Zhan Lingfeng was startled and wanted to provide support, but the Four Spirit Beasts suddenly surrounded him.
"Worry about yourself first!"
"Zhan Lingfeng, if I remember correctly, you once swore