Lu Ya frantically burned his potential, heedless of what it might mean for his future path. Wielding the Golden Crow Ancestral Banner, a rare semi-Saint weapon, he struck at the figure standing on the battlefield.
He was utterly insane, wearing the deranged expression of someone ready to perish together with his enemy.
"No, Young Master/Sixth Prince..."
Several elder patriarchs of the Golden Crow Clan wanted to pull Lu Ya back, but the Four Symbols of the Starry Sky manifested from the Chaotic Ancient Chariot attacked ever more fiercely, forcing them to retreat in disarray.
They continuously poured divine power into the Black-Winged Flowing Gold Trident, transforming it into a Golden Crow to send forth in resistance.
"If you had stayed behind the Golden Crow Great Saint's holy weapon, you might have lived a few breaths longer. Leaving its protection was courting death..."
Eastern Saint stood atop the golden ancient chariot, his gaze dark and distant.
Among the Golden Crow Clan forces, the only one he truly feared was the Sixth Prince, Lu Ya.
Once Lu Ya abandoned his post, it was time to officially reel in this big fish.
He had coveted the Great Saint weapon personally forged by the Golden Crow Ancestor—the ancient divine trident—for a long time. His second disciple Qianqian had a holy weapon to protect herself, while his eldest disciple possessed nothing.
He had long reserved the Black-Winged Flowing Gold Trident for Si Tong, the Supreme Yang Physique!
"Buzz, buzz..."
A humanoid block of solid ice, flowing with five-colored divine radiance, flashed forth and blocked his path.
Within the dim divine ice stood a human skin stained with five-colored divine blood, facing the heavens. It emanated peerlessly terrifying fluctuations, looking down upon all ages.
Long purple hair draped loose around it, while its body was