A golden cup hung high overhead, scattering Saffron Yellow spiritual flames that burned toward him. A clear breeze circled the cup, fanning the fire and shutting out outside interference.
Xu Xuan knew how formidable these spiritual flames were. He had intended to use Heavenly Drum, but the cries of dragons and oxen rose amid roaring wind and thunder, only to be blocked by that clear breeze, unable to affect the flames within the cup.
"As expected, he won't make the same mistake twice."
He withdrew his thunder marsh. These spiritual flames were too powerful to receive directly with his immortal foundation. His opponent's Robe of Law billowed, showering ashes across the sky in an attempt to encircle him.
Xu Xuan continued holding the bronze Dharma sword. Though Cinnabar Thunder was excellent, he needed to keep it hidden and could not unleash its full power. Mu Ming, however, suited shock thunder perfectly and handled reasonably well.
Sensing the faint resentment conveyed by the sword spirit, Xu Xuan could only soothe Cinnabar Thunder first, then focus on fighting the opponent before him.
His sword intent was immensely powerful, cutting down stream after stream of Saffron Yellow spiritual fire. Beside the bronze blade, the great void shattered and instantly mended. An Xianhui watched intently, tightening his grip on the vermilion greatbow as he laughed.
"Sword intent? We've only been apart a short while, and you've already comprehended it?"
Xu Xuan turned his hand over, gripping his sword. Dragon qi grew forbidding, light surged across his ink-gray scales, and his reverse scales stood rigid and ringing. He used the two innate divine abilities, Still Waters and Deluge, together, relying entirely on the blood qi supplied by his jade blood heart.
His marsh dragon body circulated, unifying his blood qi and magic power. His aura