Chen Xuan took a deep breath and calmed down. He noticed Little Stone in the central part of the Country of Wu. His face was filled with ecstatic joy. He laughed and spoke to the heavens, "Hahaha, a great harvest!" How bountiful! God had opened His eyes, allowing me, Chen Xuan, to rise again.
Chen Xuan threw back his head, roaring excitedly, shifting his body, waving his hands upward, hitting the egg-sized stone with immense force.
Little Stone snorted coldly, leaped up, blinked, and transformed into a phantom of twenty separate bodies, illusory and substantial, as red beams burst forth from his pupils, piercing through space, burning to the utmost, destroying withering and decay.
"Dragon Soul Sound Wave!"
Chen Xuan roared, an enormous wave bellowing out, sharply piercing and wildly fierce, colliding with the Primordial Spirit's fiery eyes, sending a red ring of fire outward, shaking off the brakes around it.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
