Four giant dragons soared at the four corners of the sky.
The Third Moon Envoy hadn't even caught a breath.
Zhang Xiaoshan's figure rose another hundred feet, as if he had entered the Moon Palace.
"Gather."
Zhang Xiaoshan whispered softly.
The four giant dragons opened their mouths and fiercely inhaled.
Countless Moonlight was swallowed into their bellies, finally converging around Zhang Xiaoshan's body.
All around Zhang Xiaoshan was silver Moonlight, and a hundred-foot giant sword slowly took shape.
"Slash."
The giant sword slashed down towards the Third Moon Envoy.
"Booming."
The air exploded, hissing.
"Not good."
Watching as the giant sword fell.
The Third Moon Envoy hurriedly created a wall of light in front of him to block.
"Crack."
With a crisp sound, the wall of light shattered easily like an eggshell.
"Second strike."
"Third strike."
The hundred-foot Light Sword continued to slash down.
