Xuan Mo nodded, his stride steady as he took several steps forward. The air around him seemed to grow heavy with his resolve. However, just as he moved ahead, a deep rumble suddenly came from the horizon, as if some divine beast were roaring in fury.
Immediately afterward, a golden bolt of lightning tore across the sky, and a yellow dragon descended like a violent storm. His scales glittered dazzlingly in the sunlight, as though countless golden rays were pouring down upon the earth.
Huang Long's gaze was as sharp as a torch, and his enormous body radiated majesty. He spat out a breath of scorching air and said in a deep, booming voice, "If you want to pass, you'll have to get past me first!" Before his voice had even faded, his dragon body twisted. His long form plunged down like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, then transformed into a streak of golden light and lunged straight at Xuan Mo. Behind him, a sharp saber that seemed to contain boundless power swiftly chopped down toward Xuan Mo.
Xuan Mo's expression remained unchanged. He had been prepared for this long ago. His hands gripped the Yan Tian Thunder Rod tightly, the weapon flickering all over with lightning as though it contained the thunderous might of the entire sky. As the saber drew closer, his gaze instantly sharpened like lightning. His muscles tensed, and the beads of sweat on his forehead glimmered faintly in the sunlight, as if warming up the power that was about to erupt.
"Come on!" Xuan Mo shouted inwardly. The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly beneath his unwavering aura. He raised the Yan Tian Thunder Rod and met the rapidly approaching blade light head-on. A sharp, tearing shriek rang through the air, like