The word dropped like a stone into a still lake.
Long Aotian moved first. His stride detonated like thunder, qi bursting outward in molten gold. His spear tore forward, a blazing arc that split the air in two. The strike didn't aim for Tian Lei alone—it sought to swallow the entire stage, a golden sun crashing down to smother everything beneath it.
The crowd reeled back. This was it—the Sun Tyrant Spear Art!
But Tian Lei did not flinch. His eyes glimmered, faint emerald lines crawling across his skin like the veins of ancient wood. His aura ignited—cold, sovereign, unyielding. Roots of spectral qi unfurled from his feet, cracking the stone beneath. His spear lifted, shadows clinging to its shaft, emerald brilliance burning at its tip.
When the two met—
BOOOOOOOM!
