Woah!
The black, glowing halo around Zhong Ya started flowing, and the inner Yuan emerged from his body just like a giant black ball of fire. His entire being suddenly became like a worldly, glorious god, floating mightily in the air.
Afterwards, both his hands trembled. He reached out with both his hands, welding a knife and whipped forward as if he wanted to cast Zhou Donghuang aside before sticking a knife into him to end him once and for all.
"Just by converting your Dharma into armor, you believe that will cover up and make up for all your weak spots?"
Towards Zhong Ya, who was charging towards him, Zhou Donghuang's mouth arched into a mocking smile, and he then violently shook the hand holding his folding fan, sending it flying forward.
Swish!
The fan cut through the air and slightly brushed past Zhong Ya's left palm, frustrating him.
