The two walked forward side by side, while the other Middle Rank cultivators surrounded them.
"Zhou Chunfeng, today I'll tear off both your ears!" Elephant King White Fang raised his trunk and roared.
Tree-Horn King advanced unhurriedly. Gusts of fierce wind rippled around him; the dust blanketing the ground should have been swept up, yet his power held it an inch above the earth, where it rose and fell like boiling water.
Tree-Horn King's antlers swayed gently. Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky split apart, and beams of starlight as thick as a zhang pierced through them, descending onto Tree-Horn King's head.
His body slowly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, he had grown to some fifty zhang tall.
One demon stood like a city.
Yet doubt appeared in Tree-Horn King's eyes.
"Be careful. Though that Nine-Colored Rainbow has not formed into a Battle Poem, we must still remain vigilant," said Tree-Horn King.
"Perhaps it is merely the power of a Literary Treasure, meant only for protection or some other purpose. It may not be able to attack us," said Elephant King White Fang.
Tree-Horn King's overwhelming pressure took the tangible form of a gale, blowing from afar toward the city walls.
Song Yunjing, whose features were refined and scholarly, remained as calm as drifting clouds and gentle winds. Letting the gale toss his graying hair, he flung a Dragon-Pattern Green Jade Paperweight into the air with his left hand. The Black-Stem Silver-Hair Brush before him floated in the air, and then he raised his head and loudly recited a new Battle Poem. The silver-hair brush transformed sound into characters as it wrote in the air.
"Yellow clouds surge northward, stirring the hues of wind; nine white waves flow through Kunlun. The Great River comes westward, cleaving