A dazzling golden spear formed from the air and shot towards He Ao like a stream of light.
He Ao contracted his body, raised the Knight's Sword still sheathed in its scabbard, and swung upward. The scabbard struck the spear, shattering it completely.
At the same time, the rebound from hitting the spear continued to propel He Ao backward; he landed on the rooftop of a small building behind him, rolling backward to a stop next to a golden greatsword embedded at the center of the rooftop.
He slung the Knight's Sword behind his back and reached out to grasp the gigantic hilt.
After a day's time, the greatsword had dissipated much of its energy, but even so, it remained a B-level weapon.
"It seems this is the battlefield you chose."
The Elder floated down to the edge of the rooftop like a feather, raised his hand, and behind him, golden spears formed. He smiled and watched He Ao, who was gripping the hilt,