It was still a dragon made of sword energy, but this time it looked like a real heavenly dragon, claws and all, rather than a manifestation of qi. Dragon roars ripped through the sky, churning the sword ocean into a mad froth.

“Well met!!” Brandishing a giant, black iron staff, Beicang Qiong leaped high into the air and threw himself at the incoming dragon like a cannonball.

Bam!

Clonk!

He hurtled backward through the air, knocking into the light barrier of the sparring area and sliding down like a hunk of battered meat. The battered meat squirmed and regained human shape, returning to an upright position.

“Among the six of us, Beicang Qiong...