Chi Shang's executioner's blade carried a towering surge of blood-red light. Within it, phantom waves raced and churned, and even the roar of raging seas could be heard.
Yu Qiu's chain was wreathed in murky black miasma. Countless fierce ghosts appeared within it, some wailing in agony, others grinning with venomous hatred. As the chain shook, ten thousand ghosts surged forth, blotting out the sky like a boundless netherworld.
Yet when they met the enormous golden dragons, neither could withstand a single blow.
The blade's blood-red light shattered, and it flew aside like a fallen leaf.
The ghosts surrounding the chain scattered, and it was flung away like a strip of ragged cloth.
Only Gu Jiuyou's Bone Sword held its own. Though its display was far less imposing than the other two weapons, and its blade seemed blunt and clumsy, the black radiance rising from its black Dao patterns was as keen as a metal edge.
The Bone Sword struck the crown of one golden dragon's head.
The dragon was cleaved cleanly in two. Then it abruptly collapsed, dissolving into flecks of golden light that vanished without a trace.
The remaining eight golden dragons roared skyward, their cries shaking the heavens as they continued their charge.
"Retreat!"
Gu Jiuyou bellowed and darted into the distance.
Chi Shang and Yu Qiu had already begun fleeing at full speed the moment they saw that their treasures could not stop the golden dragons.
Gu Jiuyou's command to retreat was directed more at the black flying ships.
But the ships were enormous, and they clearly could not accelerate as swiftly as the three spirit-cultivating immortals.
The ships had only just begun moving when the eight golden dragons closed in.
Before their bodies arrived, their overwhelming pressure bore down with tangible force, powerful enough to