"Your spear is more troublesome than his fire," Xiao Lingxi said calmly.
Her words made it clear that the Golden Dragon King was indeed a little stronger than the Twelve-Winged Seraph.
The Golden Dragon King snorted and thrust his dragon spear again. This time, the strike was fiercer, more domineering.
"Troublesome? My spear is far more than troublesome!"
The Golden Dragon Spear shuddered. The phantom of a Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon roared out of it, turning into a golden dragon that bore down on Xiao Lingxi.
The golden beam carried the supreme pressure of the Dragon Emperor's bloodline, enough to crush any being of the Fifth Epoch.
Xiao Lingxi raised her sword again. The phantom world on its blade spun violently, becoming a vortex.
The golden beam slammed into the vortex and was instantly ground into flecks of light.
The Golden Dragon King's pupils contracted.
"What?!"
"Your Dragon Emperor bloodline is indeed powerful," Xiao Lingxi said. Her dress did not stir beneath its pressure.
"But you rely on that bloodline far too much!"
"Bloodline power may help you at first, but later it will become your shackles!"
The Golden Dragon King's face darkened. He jerked his spear upward, ready to attack again.
Just then, the Ghost Princess's voice came from behind him.
"Move."
An ink-black figure slipped silently past the Golden Dragon King, like a chill wind seeping through every crack in the night.
The Ghost Princess extended a pale finger straight toward Xiao Lingxi's brow.
The strike made no sound and cast no shadow. Even the laws did not ripple.
But Xiao Lingxi's sword was faster than her finger. She had already reversed her grip and thrust, the sword point aimed straight at the Ghost Princess's fingertip.
Ting!
A faint chime rang out as sword point met fingertip.
The Ghost