The young man's voice carried suppressed fury. His hands rapidly formed seals before his chest, and the other four made the same motion at almost the exact same moment.
Dazzling light flared from all five of them at once. The lights were different colors—gold, blue, yellow, green, and purple—interweaving around their bodies like five differently colored ropes twisting together, forming a complete pattern of Array Runes in midair.
A pressure several times stronger than before spread from the Array Runes and crushed down toward Li Bufan, as though the weight of the entire plaza were pouring down upon him.
Feeling that suddenly intensified suppressive force, Li Bufan raised his brow slightly. "We've fought for so long that I already know all your tricks. Perfect—I know a little of this kind of martial art too. Let's see whose martial art is the genuine article!"
He sheathed the Seven Killings Blade once more, letting his hands hang at his sides, his ten fingers slightly spread.
In that instant, his body stood ramrod straight. An aura completely different from those five, yet carrying a resonance from the same source, rose from within him.
That aura rose from nothing like the first light of dawn, climbing from weak to strong. It carried an artistic conception of utmost yang and utmost hardness, warm yet vast and majestic, as though a true sun were slowly rising from within his body.
Golden radiance bloomed across his body, standing in stark opposition to the five-colored light emanating from the five-man Array Runes. The two lights collided soundlessly above the plaza, sending visible ripples surging outward.
The expressions of all five changed drastically the instant they sensed the shift in Li Bufan's aura.
Especially the young man at their head. His pupils abruptly contracted, his gaze filled with disbelief.