The chimera lunged.
Three heads, three roars, three overlapping killing intents.
The serpent head spat black venom.
The wolf head howled, shaking the air.
The lion head opened its jaws wide, gathering a dark-red blast deep in its throat.
All three converged on the tri-sect barrier.
Elder Wan's dome shuddered—
CRRRRACK—!!
A sharp fracture suddenly split across the golden barrier, like a spiderweb breaking open.
Disciples flinched.
Lin Shu's fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword.
Shaurya moved.
He didn't shout. He didn't chant.
He just lifted his hand.
Golden aura twisted lazily around his palm. A spiral of light, soft at first, then dense—like a small star kneading itself awake.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Stand down."
He thrust his palm forward.
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
A massive golden spiritual palm erupted from his hand—tens of meters wide, heavy and bright, like a divine imprint slapping reality itself.
