Slaying a Deva (4)

"Indeed, I was too abrupt. In that case…"

Perfected Firmament Sky put away her short sword, waved her horsetail whisk, and bowed.

However, in the next moment, there was a loud thunderclap behind Han Zhao. Six short swords that flickered with lightning appeared and turned into purple electric arcs that shot towards Han Zhao.

The short sword Numinous Treasure in Perfected Firmament Sky's hand was a set of items. She had only used one of them to attack Han Zhao just now. Apart from testing him, she also wanted to make him numb and careless.

However, Han Zhao's lips curled up in the face of such an astonishing attack, as if he had expected it.

Demonic qi surged from Han Zhao's body. Accompanied by a black-gold light flickering, his figure suddenly changed.

A black horn grew from his forehead, and dense golden scales grew from his entire body. They were covered in dense purple-black patterns.