Fang Mei dug her heels into the dirt, panic flashing across her face, but her tongue stayed sharp.
"Senior!" she shouted, filled with mockery, "do you not have any pride? A bunch of Nascent Soul relics ganging up on a mere Golden Core? If word spreads about this, the world will laugh harder than I ever could!"
The elder's face flushed with fury, his palm swelling with Qi to strike harder.
Feng Lishen, however, only laughed deeper, his golden eyes gleaming as though the little girl's struggle was the finest entertainment he'd had in years.
A chorus of enraged voices erupted from the elders.
"Dragonic Hand! Descend!"
From their outstretched palms, a surge of purple Qi roared to life, twisting and coiling in the air forming a magnificent dragon.
Fang Mei's lips curved into a faint, daring smirk.
She whispered under her breath,
"Golden Shell Armor: First Form—Cowardice."
In an instant, a shimmering golden shell erupted around her body, gleaming like molten sunlight.
