Zhong Shenxiu, What Are You Doing?

The light wings were condensed from pure Seven Elemental Powers. Gold, green, blue, red, yellow, white, and black flowed and intertwined across their surfaces, radiating a sacred, majestic glow.

In his left hand, he gripped the Scepter of the Black Death Dragon. Dark-blue gloom flowed over the scepter as lightning leapt around its shaft. In his right hand, he held the Light-Imperial Ninja Blade. Its golden blade was like a solidified beam of sunlight, its tip angled toward the ground.

Reflected in his Light Gold Vertical Pupils were the shattered office at the top of the tower below, and the figures of Qiangu Dongfeng and the Dark Blood Demon. A cold smile hung at the corner of his mouth.

Behind him, three figures appeared one after another. The Libra Star Dragon put away the Space-Time Mirror, his teal-green fitted outfit fluttering in the wind, his orange-yellow eyes full of smug light. He had used the Space-Time Mirror to carry the four of them across the distance from Eastsea City to Shrek City in an instant. Spatial teleportation of this level was no small drain even for him, but not the slightest fatigue showed on his face.

On the Sagittarius Star Dragon's arms, flames of destruction had already begun to gather. Reddish-gold fire surged and rose over his arms, so hot that the surrounding space warped faintly. The might of the Death God Rocket was ready to erupt, the embryonic form of an arrow condensing in his hands. As long as Zhong Shenxiu gave the order, he would loose that shot.

The Taurus Star Dragon held the Heavenly Mansion Axe, lightning dancing over its heavy blade. His figure was as burly as a mountain, his gaze as calm as a deep pool, ready at any moment to flatten every obstacle for