Zhao Gongming raised his sword and pointed. The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors came roaring through the air, wrapped in ten thousand zhang of golden light. Its radiance was blinding, auspicious clouds churned, and a dragon's roar split the sky as it shot straight for Daoist Tianshu's chest.
Daoist Tianshu did not dare meet it head-on. He bent a finger and flicked it. Ten thousand golden lamps rang out in unison, their clear chimes echoing as golden lotuses fluttered beneath them like rain. They spiraled around one another and instantly converged into a massive golden lotus.
The deep-blue ice flame flickered endlessly in the lotus core, cold and heat intertwined. It suddenly surged into a long ice-flame dragon. Its body coiled as a low dragon roar rumbled, and a bone-chilling cold spread like a tide.
Frost formed inch by inch across the void. It was as though the world had been forced to pause; even light and shadow froze and stiffened.
Zhao Gongming's pupils shrank. Knowing full well how dangerous this flame was, he immediately activated the twenty-four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls. The pearls formed a ring-shaped array, and twenty-four beams of radiance shot into the sky before thunderously pouring into the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors exploded with the momentum, transforming into the phantom images of two enormous flood dragons. Their scales and claws were ferocious, their dragon eyes wide with rage. Astonishingly, two ancient flood-dragon souls had manifested.
Golden light flashed violently. Before the ice-flame dragon could even draw near, it was cleanly severed in two. The cuts were smooth as mirrors, and icy air gushed forth.
"I concede."
A section of Tianshu's sleeve split open without a sound. Threads of cloth drifted down like snow. The victor had been decided.
"You were too kind."
Tianshu