"It's time!" At Huangfu Tiangang's word, everyone resolutely thrust their dragon claws before their eyes and forcibly gouged them out.
"Go!" Huangfu Tiangang hurled the Constellation Sword into the air, stomped hard with both feet, then leapt onto the sword and flew toward Mao's Gate.
The Daoist Robe on Xuan Pin suddenly contracted, then flicked outwards—a bizarre golden dragon with three pairs of claws burst from the robe, charging toward Mao's Gate.
As the two of them departed, the others followed, each displaying their own divine skills like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, all rushing toward Mao's Gate.
As they moved, the geomantic and spiritual veins of the world shifted with them. They were not only borrowing the Qi fortune of the Dragon Vein but the Qi fortune of the entire world.
When Li Huowang opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the ground. Blood streamed from his nose, and he was so dizzy he could barely stand.
