In an instant, Du Cheng, his face a mask of disdain and schadenfreude, shuddered. An inexplicable chill shot up from the soles of his feet and spread throughout his entire body.
"Hmph! A desperate last struggle!" Du Cheng bellowed, raising his voice to conceal his own nervousness. He gestured to everyone around him, saying, "Let's attack together and kill this piece of trash."
CLANG.
The broadsword rose from the ground, swift as light and lightning, charging straight toward Chen Yang. Yu Kun's whip tore through the void.
Chen Yang merely tilted his head up slightly. The wind roared like a drum.
Then, a cold glint of light shot out, a single point of force breaking through their combined front. It was as powerful as a rainbow piercing the sun, soaring into the sky.
A spear is like a roaming dragon, the king of all weapons.
It does not turn back, even before a thousand armies.
Behold the Dragon, Shed Armor.
BOOM!
