Five streaks of divine starlight surged outward from the Taichu Golden Sky-Cruiser!
The three-kilometer vortex of blood fire, iron abacus beads, and howling skulls plummeted toward Jade-Void Peak like a collapsing mountain of molten slag.
The heat was suffocating. The air smelled of burnt sulfur, acrid charcoal, and corroded bones.
At the front of the defensive charge was Chu Lingxiao.
Her white silk dress billowed like morning clouds in the freezing alpine wind.
Nine radiant phoenix silhouettes of crystal frost and golden benevolence circled her slender body, letting out sharp, musical cries that echoed through the mountain valleys.
High above on his war chariot, Zhao Wuji saw her coming and sneered with ugly contempt.
“A mere lower-realm woman dares to challenge my sword domain?!” Zhao Wuji roared, channeling his full Early-to-Mid Golden Core cultivation into his crimson scimitar. “I am a sword master of the Raging-Flame Sect! For four hundred years, my blade has drunk the blood of seventy sects! My Raging-Flame Golden Core Shield was forged from volcanic meteorite ore! Even a true Golden Core elder would need three days to leave a scratch! Die, insect!”
