Even so, the might of the Fierce Beast radiating from it could be felt by the cultivators far away in the stands.
"Boom!"
Just then, with a piercing rush through the air, the Qiongqi shot forward under Mo Yachu's control.
Its body spun, its four claws slicing toward Xu Taiping like sharp sickles with a shriek of displaced air.
"Bang!"
Amid a tremendous crash, a dozen or so silver claw shadows tore straight through the wind wall surrounding Xu Taiping like keen blades and slammed into his ice armor. The immense force drove him back several steps.
The Qiulong, which had been on its last breath beneath Xu Taiping's blade, finally gained a chance to catch its breath. With a sudden dragon's roar, it spat a huge fireball at him.
"Bang!"
Though Xu Taiping shattered the fireball with a punch, the Qiongqi beside him had already landed a claw strike on his body, its force comparable to a Martial God Realm martial artist's all-out blow.
The situation reversed in an instant.
"Whoosh! ..."
As he flew backward, Xu Taiping circulated the Frost Breath Art and abruptly breathed a mouthful of icy air at the two Fierce Beasts.
But the Frost Breath Art proved entirely ineffective against these two Fierce Beasts from ancient times.
Just as Little Martial Aunt Lu Rushuang had said before, the bodies of Fierce Beasts from ancient times could resist most spells apart from Origin Laws.
"Bang!"
After the Frost Breath Art failed, the Qiulong's enormous tail swept heavily into Xu Taiping.
But just as everyone thought Xu Taiping would be suppressed, a cry of "Blade Cry," like a crane's call, rang out. His figure abruptly transformed into streaks of blade light that slashed madly at the Qiulong and Qiongqi.
By the end, only cranes' cries could