Three peak-level Heaven Immortals…
Three peak-level Arhats…
Three flaming swords…
Three golden pagodas…
A golden light towered into the sky as Wu Qi smiled while looking at the wave-like attacks that were coming at him. He had his hands clasped behind his back as he fixed his gleaming eyes at the three Arhats who were swooping down on him.
The swords wreathed in raging pure Yang true flames that were capable of melting down any gold and iron, and wipe out any evils, hacked hard on the top of his head. A harsh crunch rang out, but none of his hair broke. However, all three swords had a fist-size notch cracked open on their edges, the result of the collision with his head; and in just a flash, their brilliant bodies were covered in lines that spread out like cobwebs.
