Ji Che pointed his sword at Wu Yue God, his body glowing layer after layer: "You've erased your heroic spirit, killed your own courage. I've come today to tell you that you're wrong, and gravely so."
As the Emperor Sword's light shone layer upon layer, the clouds across the sky suddenly turned golden.
Ji Che held his sword and charged towards Wu Yue God.
As Ji Mengjun danced, the musician began to sing loudly; the ancient and primitive melody seemed to summon something.
Zhao Xing listened, seemingly enlightened.
Silver patterns suddenly erupted from Ji Che's body, quickly covering him entirely, the silver armor didn't seem solid, yet it was indeed not tangible.
"Heavenly Emperor Armor. It's attained from the Book of Destiny's Chapter of Heavenly Music, the Emperor Dance, cultivating a Great Dance Master, only then can the Heavenly Emperor Armor be summoned," Zhao Xing thought to himself.
