Girls' Literature
When Di Jiang, transformed into human form, donned armor and took up a treasured sword, he truly bore the air of an emperor.
"I haven't seen you this serious in a long time."
Qiang Liang glanced at Di Jiang.
"It has also been a long time since anything appeared that was worthy of my serious attention."
Di Jiang replied.
"When old friends meet, their tongues wag all the more."
A Profound Ice Sword in hand, he thrust it straight at Qiang Liang.
This chaotic melee began with that very sword strike!
Qiang Liang retreated, then swung the great drum strapped to his back around and raised it before him.
"Heavenly Thunder!"
Qiang Liang growled, slapping the drumhead with his massive hand. At once, mysterious thunder answered from above the nine heavens and crashed down with a roar.
"Such trifling heavenly thunder is no more than a scratch to me!"
Xuan Ming was equally formidable. With a raised hand and a single slash, he severed that bolt of heavenly thunder.
Without a word, Qiang Liang struck the drum several more times. Even fiercer heavenly thunder descended from the sky, forcing Xuan Ming to temporarily avoid its sharp edge.
"Little brother, stop watching them. Come exchange a few moves with me."
Yuan Ge smiled, his words full of playful teasing, utterly at odds with his status.
Yet Ye Tian did not dare let down his guard in the slightest. After all, the one who would suffer in the end was himself.
Standing atop the Heavenly Dipper Annihilation Formation, the one hundred and eight small swords drifted around Yuan Ge like sharp leaves. Every time they floated past, incomparably keen Sword Qi swept through the air.
The latter could only deal with them carefully. Though he wore a grin, he had