Dragon Soaring

This little bronze bell.

The purple-gold bronze bell gleamed with a muted luster, strange patterns faintly surfacing upon it.

The name of this spiritual treasure arose unbidden in his mind: the Dragon Soaring Bell.

Dragon Soaring Bell... no wonder dragons seemed to fly across its surface. Its name truly matched its nature.

He could not help thinking of his own Heavenly Dragon Incantation, wondering what connection it might have with it.

He looked up at the purple dragon in the sky.

Then he looked at Cheng Yunzheng, who stood there blankly.

Cheng Yunzheng wore a stunned expression, staring straight at him with utter disbelief written across his face.

Chu Zhiyuan threw a punch.

Activating the Great Brightness Fist, he sent several fist shadows crashing toward Cheng Yunzheng's chest.

Cheng Yunzheng instinctively swung his sword.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss..."

"Bang! Bang!"

The sword light collided with the fist shadows, producing strange, piercing shrieks.

Two fist shadows broke through the screen of sword light and struck his chest.

He flew straight through the air for thirty yards, then staggered several steps after landing.

He was still wearing a layer of protective treasure clothing, which blocked most of the force from those two punches.

Even so, the Spirit Transformation-level Great Brightness Fist was powerful enough to leave him lightly injured.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled at him.

"You..." Cheng Yunzheng touched his chest, his face dark enough to drip with rain.

Chu Zhiyuan froze, feigning surprise, then laughed. "Cheng Yunzheng, your treasure has reached its limit!"

He had not expected to be able to seize the spiritual treasure either.

It had merely been a flash of inspiration, an attempt made without much hope.

Yet he had received an unexpected delight.

After his wild joy, he swiftly calmed down, knowing he absolutely could not show it.