Ancestor Minghe sneered coldly. Azure Rainbow and Blood Rainbow suddenly bent, twisting back around like living things before cleaving in reverse at an impossible angle—Double Rainbow Scissors. Their edges clashed, and with a metallic clang like a divine craftsman cutting silk, they split the air in two.
Kong Xuan raised a hand and plucked a feather from the back of his head. With a light flick of his fingertip, it transformed into a scarlet-flame longsword. Red radiance surged along the blade, its hum unceasing like a dragon's roar. He waved it casually, sending streaks of scarlet sword qi tearing through the sky, fierce as an eagle striking the heavens. They surged mightily, and wherever their cold light passed, the void shattered inch by inch.
Ancestor Minghe's sleeves billowed. Black smoke churned like fire, while ghostly qi rose and fell like tides, and the hems of his robes seemed to breathe in rhythm. In an instant, a sinister wind swept across the ground. Countless ghostly shadows rose into the air, beating their wings fiercely, their sharp claws menacing. Their bodies were black as though steeped in the deepest night, while dark-green poisonous miasma curled around their wing edges. Emerald Flames churned, sparks bursting like rain.
Their eyes burned with scarlet blood-fire, gleaming like blood diamonds. Their mouths bristled with interlocking fangs, with dark-red threads of blood and scraps of flesh still caught between their teeth. Their cackling laughter had yet to fade when they mounted clouds of murky smoke and came rolling forward.
The Asura Treasure Banner unfurled with a snap. Pink Mist surged forth in a thick, hazy torrent. Within it, phantoms danced—women of every appearance descended upon lotus blossoms of rosy clouds. Their jade feet touched lightly down, each step giving birth to ripples that spread through the void,