"Burst."
Consciousness Space.
Lu Yuan calmly pointed a finger at the person in front of him.
The slender, white index finger landed on Roya's golden red-shimmering forehead.
The latter's body subtly trembled.
Then, a shallow fingerprint appeared at the center of his brows.
Fine cracks spread rapidly from the fingerprint, swiftly extending like a spider's web across his face.
"Crack, crack—"
Roya, glowing with solar brilliance, shattered like a fallen porcelain, disintegrating into fist-sized fragments.
Lu Yuan's eyes flickered slightly.
Looking at his finger, even knowing what to expect, witnessing the outcome firsthand stirred an emotion in him.
"Forbidden Power..."
He murmured softly, "Is this what they call the Power of Secret Technique?"
Exiting the Consciousness Space, Lu Yuan opened his eyes.
He was seated cross-legged at the center of an open-air Martial Arts field.
