When they realized that even a concentrated barrage had failed to leave so much as a mark on the ancient tortoise, the air shifted.
Just then, a bulky cultivator forced his way forward, shoving aside those who blocked his path.
His presence alone parted the crowd, his frame towering, his aura dense and oppressive like a war drum beating in the chest.
He rose into the air, looking down with unconcealed disdain, his gaze locking onto Xuanwu.
"Beast," he called out, voice rolling like thunder, "prepare to face the strength of a barbarian."
His skin flushed a deep crimson. Veins surged like molten lines beneath it, his muscles tightening as raw power flooded every inch of his body.
The air around him warped under the pressure as he descended in an instant.
His first connected with Xuanwu's shell with a thunderous impact, the sound exploding outward like a detonated mountain.
The shockwave rippled across the dome, scattering cultivators and tearing open the ground below.
