The sword wind danced wildly, golden-red light twisted and killed in one spot.
The golden light turned into scorching white as the giant sword that could prop up the heavens swept over, splitting a suspended mountain peak in half with a thunderous sound.
Yuanxuan King stood atop the peak, his body ceaselessly swaying in rhythm with the shaking mountain beneath him. He ignored the ongoing deadly fight between Lu Bei and Dugu, brandishing a short, strangely-shaped blade as he faced off against Wang Hu.
The two defensive artifacts, Lotus Platform and the Golden Bell, gave full protection, impressively resembling a turtle's shell, inducing from him a feeling of teeth gnashing discomfort.
It's challenging to assail.
Although it was challenging, it was necessary. Compared to the beast-like Dugu and Lu Bei, Wang Hu's realm and magical power was drastically insufficient. He couldn't stand up to the artifacts' consumption. He was indeed their achilles' heel.
