Extreme Wind: Meteor Kill!
Yun Yun dared not hesitate. She swept her blade sideways, its moon-white sword aura whipping up a swirling gale. Her opening move was one of the Misty Cloud Sect's most powerful trump-card Dou Techniques.
The enormous wave of Sword Qi collided with the ribbon of Dark Attribute Dou Qi.
"Bang!"
A pale gray fissure tore through the void. The swirling gale shattered inch by inch, and the long sword in Yun Yun's hand broke with a crack.
"Pfft!"
She violently coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward.
Despite being a Dou Emperor, she had failed to withstand even a single move from a Dou Zong.
"Hmph! A firefly dares compete with the brilliant moon!"
Only after breaking through to Dou Zong had Ling Ying truly understood the gulf between a Dou Emperor and a Dou Zong. Severely wounding Yun Yun, the Misty Cloud Sect Master, with a casual gesture seemed to him no more than a trivial task.
Yun Yun struggled to rise, her face deathly pale. She had no idea when she, the Jia Ma Empire's foremost female Dou Emperor, had become a soft persimmon anyone could squeeze.
Yet her back remained ramrod straight, her sword tip angled toward Ling Ying. Not a trace of retreat showed in her cool eyes. "So what if you're a Dou Zong? Even a Dou Zong cannot hurt my disciple before my very eyes."
Yun Yun gave a fierce shout.
"Disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect, heed my command!"
"Form the Cloud Smoke Covering Sun Formation!"
Only at Yun Yun's fierce shout did the stunned elders, deacons, and disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect regain their senses. They hurriedly sat cross-legged and began forming hand seals.
Smoke veiled the sinking sun; nine dusks hung across