"How dare you look down on us and humiliate us?" Yelling loudly, Yang Feng leaped into the air with the Dragon-Coiling Golden Spear.
"Dragon Soul! Restrain!"
The spear shot out a golden dragon soul which coiled itself around Fang Wenyang from the royal palace's Imperial Academy.
At the same time.
"Infinite Ruler, suppress!"
The black ruler rapidly expanded. Hong Qinghe jumped and stood on the black ruler's tip. His Essence Martial Power surged, and the black ruler's power exponentially increased. It became heavier as he shot it toward the arrogant Fang Wenyang.
"Hmph. A petty trick!" A frosty look flashed across Fang Wenyang's proud face.
He quickly raised his arms and waved them around.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ten daggers appeared in mid-air and formed a bright, glinting shield.
Boom!
