[An Xuan!]
Rumble!
It was as if a volcano, filled with pent-up fury for hundreds of years, suddenly erupted from beneath the earth. With a dull roar, the ground transformed into liquid under the immense force, waves rippling outward in rings.
The Holy Demon's Son shot up from underground, bringing with it a pillar of lava.
It was unscathed, not even its dark robe had a single tear. With a stroke of the feather fan in its hand, it instantly transformed into a whip-like soft sword. As the soft sword flicked, it turned into hundreds of Feixing, plummeting towards An Jing: [Earlier, we didn't have your information, and you took advantage.]
[But now, we know everything about you!]
