Countless extremely thin streams metal power transformed into hard sand, raising sharp gusts of wind as they compressed into golden daggers, swishing towards Ji Hao. These golden daggers were especially sharp. The golden shine of the nine dragons chariot swept across the sky for hundreds of miles far, melting all metal things it touched. But those fierce golden daggers had been drilling into the golden light along with loud sizzling noises. Many golden daggers almost touched the chariot before they were finally melted.
Ji Hao was shocked silently; even eight random disciples of Priest Hua could cast powerful magics like this! That so-called eight wind motionless magic formation of theirs, could it even break the golden light of the nine dragons chariot?!