Re-Emergence Of The Paragons

*Shhh!~*

A purple-robed man dodged a row of crimson flames surging towards him, bending his neck as he again dodged an arc of lightning bolting past his forehead. Clenching his fists, he threw a punch into the void, causing a hazy figure to be pushed out, rapidly defending as the figure defended itself by putting up a windy barrier.

At the same time, the purple-robed man used another fist to tighten the hold he had on an annihilative heavenly wind blade. It was still covered in pure white energy, seemingly being refined and turned into essence wisp second by second.

"Hmm… this eighth annihilative heavenly wind blade sure is dense..."

Davis complained as he cast a glance at the annihilative heavenly wind blade that he had caught again. Although it fiendishly radiated a prowess that was at the Level Six Immortal King Stage, it couldn't cut through his hand, not through the gauntlet he wore made up of grayish-silver chaotic energy.