Lin Qing gritted his teeth, his five fingers clamped tightly around the ball of light.
He poured all the dragon vein power within him into his arm.
By brute force, he suppressed its fierce resistance.
He looked down and saw a bow in his hand. It was about three feet long, dark gold throughout, and forged from some unknown material.
It weighed heavily in his hand-several thousand jin at the very least.
Two golden dragon patterns coiled around the bow. Their heads bit into one another on either side of the grip, their scales fine and distinct, their whiskers winding and curling. The two golden dragons looked as though they might come alive at any moment.
Between the two dragon patterns sat a pigeon-egg-sized fire-attribute supreme-grade source crystal. It was scarlet, with what seemed to be a burning flame inside.
As its radiance shifted, he could faintly see the image of a true dragon sinking into the mountains beneath the sunset's lingering glow.
The Dragonfall Sunset Bow.
Lin Qing did not know the bow's name, but the instant the ancient treasure entered his grasp, an ancient, boundless aura surged from it and flowed into his body through his arm.
That aura blazed like fire, carrying the desolation of a sunset's last rays, as though it bore the will of some mighty expert from antiquity.
He had no time to rejoice. Three prodigies were already surging with gang force, launching lethal attacks at him.
Augustus struck first.
Gripping his sword with both hands, he poured gang force into the blade. The runes on the greatsword instantly lit up with dazzling white light, and he charged forward!
When he reached a point thirty zhang from Lin Qing, Augustus suddenly swung his greatsword in a sweeping horizontal slash.
A white sword aura dozens