"Insolent!"
Sen Wei's eyes flashed as she roared in fury.
Her voice was like the roar of a true dragon, a soul-shaking sound that turned the faces of the crowd outside the palace pale with fright.
Immediately, she lunged forward. Cyan lotuses formed of sword intent bloomed one after another at her feet, transforming the hall into a world of blades.
Cyan Lotus Sword Song!
But Fang Yang refused to be outdone. He moved with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger as his Carp Eagle spirit sublimated, manifesting the Kunpeng.
The immense blood-qi within him surged. It coiled inside the hall, gathering momentum, then burst through the roof, a crimson pillar rocketing toward the heavens.
Golden Tai Chi Diagram!
The great four-legged cauldron between them began to transform wildly, suffused entirely with the intertwining auras of Fang Yang and Sen Wei.
