Merely having this sword pointed at Ye Tian—even before it unleashed any power—already made his skin sting.
One had to know that Ye Tian's physical body had reached sainthood. Compared with an ordinary True Immortal, it was countless times stronger. Yet even he felt a stinging pain from this alone, showing just how powerful the Golden Geng Sword was.
Ye Tian's body trembled, shaking off the prickling sensation. With a flick of his hand, a golden whip appeared in his grasp.
He had prepared this whip after battling the skeleton man on the opposite bank of the Blackwater River and seizing it from him.
He had also refined it directly with his own spiritual energy, transforming the whip. Before, it had carried an exceedingly dense cold and sinister power; now, it was supremely hard and supremely yang.
Although its power had declined somewhat compared to before, it suited Ye Tian's use far better.
The Golden Armor Deity said nothing. It suddenly leaped down from the high platform, and the Golden Geng Sword in its hand erupted with incomparably dazzling light. The entire dark space was illuminated, as though a blazing sun had descended once more.
Ye Tian's heart turned grave. He did not dare be negligent and went forward to meet it. The whip in his hand lashed out, trailing golden light and leaving a mark through the air. Then it condensed in midair, transforming into a Golden Giant Dragon.
Ye Tian stood atop the dragon's head.
With a deafening crash, the Golden Giant Dragon and the Golden Geng Sword collided directly. In an instant, the entire space shook. Cracks burst open one after another through the void, like slashes in human skin, as spatial gales seeped out and swept through the area.
Yet the moment those gales blew in,