"Xu Changqing."
Kong Fang said in a deep voice, "Let's deal with Ten-Thousand Eyes first, then fulfill the battle appointment from all those years ago!"
Xu Changqing smiled. "All right!"
At his words, Kong Fang raised his left hand and loosely curled his five fingers. A tail feather condensed out of the void.
With a light shake, the feather's shape began to change amid the tremor.
Its shaft stretched and thickened, while its plumes unfurled to either side.
Several breaths later, a feather fan awash with shifting seven-colored light appeared whole in his hand.
This item was called the "Seven-Kill Fan."
It was Kong Fang's personally forged natal treasure.
Using the natal true feather from his tail as its material, it had taken seven hundred years of refinement to create.
With every sweep, it summoned a seven-colored gale.
After seven sweeps, the hurricane took shape, and all things were torn apart.
In terms of power, it was at least five times stronger than the Seven-Colored Demon Light.
"Interesting."
Xu Changqing carefully examined the feather fan. The seven-colored radiance on it pulsed with Kong Fang's breathing, like a living thing.
He nodded, then flipped his right hand.
Aside from the Creation Green Lotus, five more supreme treasures flew out from the Divine Kingdom in succession. They revolved around him, each one emanating pure Creation Force.
The first was the Creation Brush.
Its shaft was warm and smooth as jade, while its tip seemed both present and absent.
With every pulse, it seemed to draw an invisible Spirit Rune in the void.
It could use Creation Force to draw talismans and formation patterns from nothing, requiring neither cinnabar nor ink.
The second was the Creation Seal.
A tender sprout breaking through the soil was carved atop its knob, while ancient Dao patterns