He'd seen this move before.
At his thought, the phantom of the ancient Golden Bell reappeared. Inscribed with crimson patterns, it solidified and enveloped a thirty-foot radius around him. The crimson lines coursed over its surface, radiating an indestructible, weighty aura.
"DONG! DONG! DONG! DOOONG—!!!"
In the next instant, innumerable streams of cyan Sword Qi poured down like a heavenly river, crashing violently against the Golden Bell.
A deafening roar erupted, as dense as the sound of ten thousand drums beating at once.
Visible sonic shockwaves radiated out wildly. Around the plaza, several trees with trunks as thick as bowls were snapped in two by the force. Many disciples cried out, clamping their hands tightly over their ears, their faces contorted in pain.
