The Dragon Scales
Xiao Yan advanced toward the Ansha, fury driving him forward. With a fierce cry, he slashed his sword at the back of the Ansha. But the blade met an unyielding barrier.
It was the dragon scale. A deep, bluish layer of armor covered the Ansha's body. Xiao Yan froze momentarily, baffled.
The Ansha turned, eyes glowing faintly, and struck Xiao Yan with immense force. He flew backward, landing hard and spitting more blood.
"Is this what you've been doing all these years?" the Ansha shouted, voice echoing like rolling thunder. "A century of peace, yet you still call me your enemy!"
"Shut up! You didn't attack because you knew we were no match for you!" LuQi bellowed, rage coursing through him. "You're just full of pride!"
Even so, the Ansha remained calm, hovering mid-air, his posture effortlessly defying gravity. One leg bent at ninety degrees, the other stretched downward but not touching the ground.
He advanced again toward the disciples and demons, who tried in vain to halt his progress. A single strike sent many flying, powerless against his overwhelming might.
Xiao Yan struggled to regain his balance. Nem appeared suddenly, extending the sword to him. With renewed courage, Xiao Yan grasped the weapon, the sword feeling like an extension of his very soul. Around him, the disciples regained hope.
"The Ansha!" Xiao Yan called out, eyes blazing.
The Ansha turned, a smile ghosting his lips. "You're awake!"
Xiao Yan propelled himself forward, lightning-like speed fueling his attack. The clash of their powers ignited the skies, each strike sending shockwaves that scattered clouds and rippled across the land.
Nem pushed from behind, using his devil god power to give Xiao Yan an edge. The Ansha fell ten meters backward, blood trickling from his lips. Xiao Yan followed, landing heavily yet unbroken.