The middle-aged scholar didn't have time to think further, his fair palm flipped, and a token shone forth, which he crushed fiercely.
"Sevenfold Endless Heaven-Covering Divine Shield."
As the token shattered, seven budding shields, condensed from spiritual power, enveloped the middle-aged scholar.
Boom!
The Thunder Dragon, which had made its way to him, showed a trace of human-like disdain in its eyes, and then spat out the Thunderfire Divine Sword, striking with the sword in its mouth.
Under that majestic and magnificent light, the first, second, third, and fourth buds almost instantly blossomed and withered away.
The sword light hesitated, almost insignificantly, as it cut through the fifth and sixth buds.
By the time it reached the last, the seventh bud, the Thunderfire Sword paused for an instant.
And it was this instant that provided enough breathing space.
