God-Slaying Sabre, Eat!

With a loud explosion, Golden Sabre's helmet was instantly shattered into pieces. His fist landed on Whitey's body, and an earth-shattering explosion could be heard.

The two of them flew backwards. As they landed on the ground, clouds of dust rose from the rubble, filling the entire area.

In the distance, red lights constantly flashed. A moment later, both of their figures walked out of the dust cloud. 

Whitey's domineering figure appeared, and it seemed as though it sustained no damage at all. With red light flashing in its eyes, the wings behind its body started to shake. Under the sunlight, their brilliance seemed to be blinding. 

On the other side, a figure slowly walked out of the settling dust.

A cold voice resounded. "You really deserve to die. You actually dare to hit this Protector's helmet… You leave me no choice!" 

Boom! 

A gale was blown up, and in an instant, he left the cloud of dust.