Shen Jian's eyes burned with humiliation as those inky black feathers surged up like a reversed rainfall, their black light swallowing the brilliance of his wings.
He was a Divine Deva disciple!
In his mind, the sky fucking belonged to him!
So he answered the only way he knew how—by escalating things crazily!
His wings flared wider, light gathering in thick layers until he looked like a small sun hovering above the arena.
He swept his arm again and again, sending down an even denser barrage of radiant feathers, each one sharp enough to pierce stone, each one carrying the same judgment attribute that made weaker disciples instinctively lower their heads.
For a time, the two barrages met in midair, white and black interweaving and detonating into waves of shock that rippled against the arena formation.
The crowd regained its breath and then promptly lost it again.
"This is finally a real match!"
"They're actually trading evenly!"
"Those black feathers… what even are they?!"
