*Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!* as the two giants continue to exchange hits with one another, the world continues to tremble violently, as neither side is willing to back down.
"Hmph!"
Raising a cold snort, Xia Lie Yang shrouds the right hand of his Dao Idol in flames.
And using his essence of wind, Xia Lie Yang causes this patch of fire to rotate—turning it into a drill, as he lunges it forward!
"…"
Narrowing his eyes, Long Hua retaliates by opening a dark rift, and from within this rift, a black and white Immortal Suppression Palm—emanating with an archaic air, presses forth to receive Xia Lie Yang's attack!
*Boom!!!* clashing with the Immortal Suppression Palm directly, Xia Lie Yang frowns, but before he can straighten the right arm of his Dao Idol fully—
"Detonate."
*Boom!!!!!* Long Hua detonates the Immortal Suppression Palm, and the blast created by its self-destruction tears the Dao Idol's right arm off!
Raising a muffled grunt of pain, Xia Lie Yang glances to his right arm.
Damaged sustained by his Dao Idol is transmitted to him as well, as blood bleeds from his wounded right arm.
Using another essence, the essence of life, Xia Lie Yang mends the injuries quickly.
In the same instance, his Dao Idol also regenerates its lost limb.
"Oh?"
As Long Hua raises an eye, Xia Lie Yang spreads his arms apart, and with it—
"Uh?"
*…!!!!!* blinding radiance emanates from the body of Xia Lie Yang's Dao Idol, causing Long Hua to avert his gaze.
Simultaneously rotating his essence of fire, wind, and light, a temperature that is almost equal to the actual sun emanates from the Dao Idol, causing the nearby greeneries to burst into flames!
Closing the distance between Long Hua and itself, the Dao Idol hugs onto the imperial figure.
And sensing a powerful force of energy being gathered at the center of the Dao Idol, Long Hua emerges from the imperial figure's back—as if casting off a carapace.
Waving his hand, Long Hua causes a spherical shield of faith energy to form around him.
And in the next instance—
*Boom!!!!!!!* a devastating explosion goes off, as a ring of red flames blast outwards—raising the temperature of the entire realm!
In that instance, any ongoing conflict seems to have been put on pause, as all eyes turn to the epicenter of this commotion.
"Uh…"
Pressing a hand to his head, Zhou Chen grits his teeth in pain.
Throughout this entire battle, images from an unknown place and time would flash in his head.
"Kill!"
Just as a practitioner is about to cut Zhou Chen down from behind—
"Lao Zhou, careful!"
"…!"
Yang Ning fires off an arrow, which takes on the form of a blue light streak.
"Uh…!"
*Thud* hit by this arrow that is akin to a miniaturized comet, the practitioner falls onto the ground with a gaping hole in their chest.
"Sorry about that…"
Shaking his head, Zhou Chen mutters—
"Bì Xié."
Following this mutter, a golden suit of armor—covered in scale patterns, comes into being, along with a dark red mantle.
"Héngxīng."
Activating his Weapon Spirit True Body state as well, a thin set of black armor covers Yang Ning's body.
With the armor's surface decorated with specks of white glitter, it made it seem as if it had been crafted from a piece of the starry heavens.
Neither of the two's Weapon Spirit True Body state came with anything to cover their heads with; however, the air that they are currently giving off in this state is domineering to say the least.
Folding his black bow into a sword, Yang Ning says—
"Five so far. How about you?"
"You planning to make this into a competition?"
"Why not?"
Raising a subtle smile, Zhou Chen replies—
"Five for me as well."
...…
Before the dust clouds can settle, Xia Lie Yang, who had reformed his Dao Idol—through the use of his essence of life, controls it to reach its right-hand outwards with the intent to crush Long Hua like a fly!
*Kakakaka!!!* as cracks appear throughout the sphere of faith energy, Xia Lie Yang has his Dao Idol raise its left hand to hasten the rate at which he can crush Long Hua.
"Your strength is clearly not at the Immortal realm! Speak! Who are you exactly?"
"…"
Despite being in a dire situation, Long Hua maintains his composure, as his eyes give off a blue glow.
...…
Witnessing the ongoing situation—
"…"
Blinking his eyes, Yun You turns to Wu Xiao, and asks—
"Not going to raise a hand?"
"Why should I?"
Hearing this answer, Yun You thought—
(Looks like elder sister is only playing around after all… Ai…)
"…"
Turning her eyes away from the scene, Wu Xiao takes a sip of wine.
If one pays careful attention to her cup, then they would have noticed that it is currently shaking.
...…
"…"
Towards Xia Lie Yang's question, Long Hua heaves a sigh.
He doesn't like to use the power of his curse; however, what choice did he have under such circumstances?
Folding his arms, Long Hua says—
"Speak your name first before asking for someone else's."
"What arrogance!"
Raising the strength of the Dao Idol's grip—
*Kakakaka!!!* Xia Lie Yang causes more cracks to appear on the spherical barrier, to which, Long Hua states—
"60 seconds, that's the amount of time it would take for this god to have you down on your back."
"Hmph!"
In response to Xia Lie Yang's cold snort, a venomous smile appears on Long Hua's face, and—
"Na Jia."
Following this mutter, white fog emanates from Long Hua's body, and shrouds his figure from sight.
In the next instance, the spherical barrier is crushed, but just as the Dao Idol's hands close in—
"Uh?!"
*…!!!!!!!* a powerful force of energy repels the hands of the Dao Idol, and as this force of energy increases in strength—
*Boom! Boom! Boom!* Xia Lie Yang's Dao Idol is forced to take three steps backwards!
...…
"…"
Narrowing his eye tightly, Bai Wen presses his cup to his lips without sipping.
"This is…?"
Constricting her eyes as well, Zhen Qing Huai watches, as a colossal figure comes into being.
This figure is a towering giant with black and white hair, and is dressed in a scale-patterned set of imperial robes.
As for the face of this figure, it doesn't bear any resemblance to Long Hua, and with the corners of the former's eyes being decorated with red eyeliners—they give off an air that is reminiscent of a bewitching demoness.
"…"
Widening her eyes, Zhen Rong can't help but stare at the towering figure that possesses the face of an androgynous beauty.
Turning to her elder sister, Zhen Rong wanted to say something, but—
"…"
"Brother, that's wine, not tea!"
Lost in a daze, Zhen Qing Huai had grabbed Zhen Rong's cup by accident; and by the time she was informed of this, it was already too late, as the former had already taken a sip.
"…"
Dropping the cup, Zhen Qing Huai wobbles from side to side, and eventually lands her head onto the table.
"Ai…"
"Lao Zhen is never going to get this weak tolerance for alcohol fixed…"
Heaving a sigh, Bai Wen takes out a jade slip, and decides to record everything.