A beam of white light burst through the clouds.
It shone with a brilliant luster, like polished white jade and luminous glass. Its momentum was overpowering, like a tidal wave capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas. It bore down on Yi Xing with the brute force of a great mountain.
Yi Xing's pupils contracted. He fell back repeatedly, turning mid-motion to loose an arrow.
DING!
The arrow struck the white light with a crisp clang of metal, but it was instantly deflected. A shower of sparks flew, but the light's momentum was unhindered.
Without hesitation, Yi Xing drew his bow to its fullest and fired three arrows in quick succession.
Each arrow transformed into the phantom of a True Dragon, piercing the sky and colliding with the white light.
The first two were deflected.
Only the third arrow finally managed to halt the white light, slowing its advance.
BANG!
