"Fellow Daoist Chang, this aura of yours is not bad."
Standing amid the dense rosy radiance, Fang Shu's voice sounded half in praise, half in admiration.
Hearing those words of praise, Chang Feng inexplicably felt a surge of irritation. His chest tightened, as though he were being mocked. "Putting on airs!"
Chang Feng shouted coldly:
"Release your divine water at once. Do not blame Chang for using force to bully you!"
Fang Shu raised his eyes, pondered briefly, then nodded.
Buzz!
Gold and silver suddenly rose behind his head. At first they were no bigger than beans, but in an instant, they transformed into two phantom discs.
One was a blazing sun wheel, the other a frigid moon wheel. The two lights entwined like a pair of yin-yang fish mating tail to tail, melting and surging until they formed a radiant halo behind him.
Such a spectacle was hardly ordinary, making Fang Shu appear godlike as well.
Yet beneath Chang Feng's boundless rosy radiance and soaring auspicious vapors of Three Lights, it seemed merely mediocre.
Three Lights against Two Lights—who stood higher and who lower was obvious at a glance.
"Showing off one's axe before Lu Ban."
Sneering at the divine water before him, Chang Feng said no more. He reached directly for the White Bone Sword Pellet still circling around him. With a sizzling sound, the sword pellet—though forged from Nine-Calamity material, its restrictions insufficient—was actually corroded until it hissed. Wisps of green smoke rose from the white bones.
Gripping the sword pellet as though holding a sun and moon, Chang Feng blurred forward and charged at Fang Shu with a thunderous rush!
"Sword Dao? Formation arts? Hahaha!"
He threw a plain, unadorned punch, yet it carried the force of overturning mountains and seas.
"Before my great mana, how