The assault increased, and Xiao Chen began to slowly fall behind. His energy couldn't keep up with the expenditure and his energy phantom, his primordial spirit began to slowly break down.
He could hear the screams, the chants for him to fall. Their Ernest wishes to see him crumble, their loathing weighed him down like an anchor, almost like punishment from heaven.
His phantom fell to a knee, as its foot slowly broke away. He heated the old man yelling from the observation box and laughed wearily.
Go against the heavens? That was what a heavenly demon was. They broke the rules broke the gods and broke the heavens. He turned his gaze at the sky, seeing the vast sky at unreachable distance. He will cross that heaven someday. His eyes glowed green as he bore the curses, his will to fight never diminishing. Not even when the dragon that entangled his body glowed as it began self destructing. His grin never left.
BOOM
The arena shook from the power, leaving cultivators at awe. They had not expected such power to be displayed at a young generations play fight. Yet the power being thrown around was nothing to scoff at, even for some older cultivators. The challangers collapsed, exhausted, mentally and physically, their gazes fixed at the monument of their lab our in the middle of the arena.
The demon phantom on its knees. Arms all blown away body broken, heads shattered , its remnants slowly fading away .
Crack
The phantom cracked through the middle from head to toe, giving away into two halves as it began to slowly fall.
Cheers erupted, shaking the stadium itself, until something caught their eyes. Two hands, prying open the shattered energy body.
CRANK
The whole stadium was silent. Two hands, massive, gargantuan in size even when compared to the previous phantom pried open the energy body, and a humanoid head with sharp teeth, long hair and a permanent scowl made completely of red orange malice pulled itself out of the body as if it was a demon pulling itself out of the hells doors themselves. Yet, as if mocking the heavens, the demon had a halo behind his head, trampling on all that was holy.
Ten feet
Twenty
Twenty five
It didn't stop until it reached twenty five feet in height. It looked at the heavens and yelled.
ROAR!
The stadium shook, and fear, primal and raw settled on the cultivators. The demon devoured their fear. And it manifested its armor. A sash, a neck ring and pointed shoes.
But it didn't care about the meager men. Instead, it lifted its hand, and yellow lightning gathered.
"The malicious scripture of Shakra's energy:"
The lightning gathered and formed a single bolt that glowed with red runes.
"Lone star Alkaid"
The bolt fell, and the arena shattered, along with all the dreams, scheames, and beliefs. On the arena, only demons remained