A deluge of bright golden shimmers dazzled the sky.

Jing Hong's face sank with dismay; not even a hundred Chu Xun could ever hope to withstand one single stroke from Emperor Ao.

Hardly furious in the least, Chu Xun instead broke into a gleeful smile resembling that of a little sly fox, hardly moving a single inch.

Woosh!

The golden bolt of light shot down but it did not hit him nor did it plunge into the ground; it stopped and hovered in ...