"Ridiculous!"
Seeing this, Kun Jiu could not help but snort coldly. He thrust out a claw, and the dragon-claw-like giant hand was instantly covered in layers of strange skin, scaled yet feathered. More than a dozen clusters of Great Dao Qi Flow, each like a tiny Kun, coiled around his fingers.
He slapped directly at the Immortal Slaying Sword that had already closed in.
With a sharp clang, the Purple Green Sword Light scattered, and the sword itself was forcibly blasted away.
Yet Kun Jiu's only loss was a spray of shattered scales, feathers, and skin.
"Our race's great power returns to the self. Once cultivated to profound heights, we fear no magic treasure or Dao artifact..." Kun Jiu said arrogantly with a snort.
Just then, Kun Qi behind him cried out in warning, "Watch out for his tower artifact!"
But the warning came a little too late.
With a dull boom, Kun Jiu felt a heavy object strike the back of his head. He was immediately left dizzy and disoriented, staggering sideways.
When he touched it, his hand came away covered in Foul Blood and shredded flesh. He flew into a rage at once. "Outrageous!"
He had been thoroughly slapped in the face!
His gaze tracked after it, only to see that the exquisite little pagoda wreathed in dark-yellow qi had silently slipped back beneath the void covered by Kun waves.
"Big Brother, in that Mirror Field of disorder, I suffered precisely because this tower ambushed me," Kun Qi said bitterly.
Kun Jiu flew into a rage from humiliation and shouted, "Attack together! Today, our Kun race will flatten his strange sword formation!"
After testing it, he had understood that he absolutely could not break the formation, seize the man, or take his blood by relying on himself alone.