Too Quick a Loss

Qin Yun stood in midair facing the distant Kuiniu.

Kuiniu held a large hammer in each hand as an azure-colored armor rapidly materialized over his body. Even a helm manifested to cover his head, giving him full protection.

"Numinous treasure armor?" Qin Yun's brows pricked up.

"Qin Yun, watch your front!" Kuiniu roared as he suddenly struck his two hammers together.

The instant the two hammers collided, a golden lightning flashed.

The golden lightning bolts surged towards the distant Qin Yun. A large amount of lightning descended from the sky to meet the golden bolt, enhancing its might. This terrifying lightning left many of the Dark Yin Gate disciples watching below stifled.

"How terrifying!"

"As expected of Elder Kuiniu. If this lightning were to brush past us, we would probably be reduced to ashes."

"Let's see how the mortal swordmaster from the Dao Seeking Sword Mansion will fare against it."