"Bang!"
The golden-armored man swung the massive hammers with his four arms. The hammers promptly turned into four golden lights. The lights converged and formed a straight line that aimed at Jian Wushuang one after another. Each of the Flowing Lights carried a strong momentum, making them seem impossible to block.
"You almost outdid me in terms of offensive power the last time but it might not be the same this time."
Jian Wushuang stared emotionlessly at the golden lights that were flying toward him. His Blood Mountain Sword began to react.
Ancient God Power poured into the sword, causing it to explode with a mighty power. Jian Wushuang then swiftly thrust it at the man.
Just then, the golden thunderbolt on the Level Three of Divine Yin Thunder poured into his sword.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Following the noise of collisions, Jian Wushuang and the man almost flew backward at the same time.
