Golden Dragon Armor

On the mountaintop, weapons clashed without pause, and the thunder of exploding Psionic Energy echoed through the mountain.

Spear shadows and Sword Qi collided, crossed, and tore through each other at the center of the summit. Every exchange erupted in dazzling light.

Scorch marks and fissures spread beneath their feet. Stones crumbled to dust under the impact of Psionic Energy and were swept high into the air.

Anywhere else, the entire mountain might have collapsed and split apart. Fortunately, the golden light radiating from the stele enveloped the battlefield like an invisible barrier, confining every trace of escaping energy to the summit.

Swish, swish, swish!

Dongfang Haoyue twisted and darted through the downpour of spear shadows. His blue-green sword and the remaining branches of the Golden Sun Sword Willow formed a defense on the verge of collapse.

His breathing had grown ragged. Cuts from the spearpoint riddled his robes, and blood seeped along his collar and cuffs, blooming into dark red stains on the blue fabric.

Most of the Golden Sun Sword Willow's branches had been broken. The Spirit Plant that had once resembled a moving fortress now stood sparse and battered, with only a few willow branches holding on.

Ji Taiyan, by contrast, remained as formidable as ever.

The Dragon Spear moved like a living golden dragon in his hands. Every thrust carried a shriek that split the air, and the golden light at its tip had condensed almost into solid form, carving bottomless furrows into the ground.

His attacks came in an unbroken tide, giving Dongfang Haoyue no chance to catch his breath.

"Is that all you can do?" Ji Taiyan's voice dripped with contempt. "Who gave you the nerve to challenge me with strength like that?"

The spear shot toward Dongfang Haoyue's chest like a dragon. He