Gradually, this momentum began to steadily rise.
When the momentum stabilized, the wave-like aura, with its immense power, intimidated all directions.
Like long thunder wrapped around him, streaks of purple lightning faintly appeared on Kong Yuan's body, incredibly powerful.
The sound of "zzzla" resounded continuously. It was as if the surroundings were entangled with lightning, interwoven and distorted, with the space nearly twisting.
Kong Yuan's steps were heavy, landing on the ground like a heavy hammer striking a drum, vibrating with constant "dong dong" sounds.
"Indeed, the authentic Shaolin!"
Kano smiled faintly, and the golden card at his fingertips, with a "whoosh," vanished into the night.
"Buzz..."
The air trembled rapidly, and Kano's body vanished along with it.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Kong Yuan stood still, eyes slightly closed.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a sharp light burst forth from within his gaze.
His sight locked onto Kano's body.
