"Go spew that dogshit somewhere else! With your strength, you're not even fit to carry the Dragon Lord's shoes. There's no need for the Dragon Lord to act; I alone am more than enough to deal with you." Jin Tong roared, then soared forward alongside Bamboo Monk Lan Yun and the Hall Master of Thunder Peng.
He pointed the Wind Hammer at Immortal Lord Withered God. "This sickly-looking bastard, and the Void Calamity Blade Ancestor, are mine. Monk, Thunder Peng, pick your own opponents."
Jin Tong was battle-crazed and hot-tempered, but he still had a measure of sense. The Void Calamity Blade Ancestor had a treasure that countered the Azure Cloud Vine Sword. It would be a grave disadvantage for Bamboo Monk Lan Yun to keep fighting him.
Taking on two powerhouses at the Immortal Lord level alone would be a tall order for Jin Tong. Still, he wanted to push his limits. The situation facing the Dragon Domain was far too perilous for any foolproof plan. They would just have to fight first and see.
"Arrogant fool! I'll cut you down first, then wipe out the dragon race!" Immortal Lord Withered God roared in fury. He lashed out with a long whip, its shape like a tree root. The air cracked and snapped as it swept through the sky, its razor-sharp tip shooting straight for Jin Tong's face.
"Good! Come on!" In many cases, a whip could overcome strength with softness and counter weapons like warhammers. But facing this astonishingly powerful strike, Jin Tong didn't panic in the slightest. He gently swung his great hammer forward.
The hammer looked mighty, yet in Jin Tong's hands it seemed weightless, as if it were empty. With one swing, the wind howled. The space before him seemed to come under crushing pressure,