In the golden armor Dharma-form, Lu Huaming slowly opened his eyes, which shimmered with a golden hue. His gaze was somewhat cold, void of any visible emotion, resembling that of a god.
"Purge the demon."
With a low grunt from his mouth, he twirled his sword and immediately sliced it down towards the pool from mid-air.
The golden armour Dharma-form that shrouded his body also echoed his movements, swinging the golden longsword in its hands. Creating a golden arc in mid air, it directly descended.
The Ghost General hanging above the pool was the first to bear the brunt. He could only temporarily stop absorbing the Yin Sha Qi, clenching his bronze long sword in both hands, making a diagonal slash towards the upper frontier.
As he swung his sword, the Yin Sha Qi bubbling below surged out wildly. Following the direction of the sword, it transformed into a torrent of Sha Qi, surging upwards and crashing violently against the golden sword light.
