The sound of clashing metal rings out!
Zhao Guang's eyes are filled with disbelief, and in the next moment, the Sword Light disappears, prompting gasps from all those watching.
The anticipated bloodshed does not occur; Lin Chen doesn't even raise his hand. The flame wings, condensed from the Golden Crow Radiance Flame, suddenly retract, and the bright golden feathers interlace into a shield before him.
The Sword Light, capable of cleaving mountains and splitting peaks, crashes into the wings but cannot advance an inch; the earlier clang of metal was born from this collision.
"What is this?"
Zhao Feng's pupils contract suddenly; his prized finishing move cannot penetrate the opponent's defense.
The wings unfold slowly, with bits of golden flame flowing like molten gold through the gaps between the feathers. As the wings spread back behind Lin Chen, they reveal him unscathed, his clothing untouched.
