"Chu Fan of the Demon Suppression Bureau—"
"Still holding the stage for the Acupoint Realm!"
"Who dares to fight!"
This was no mere shout.
Infused with thick Primordial Qi, the roar transformed into rolling waves of sound that instantly exploded across the skies of Cuiyun Mountain.
Each word struck like a heavy hammer on a drum, carrying a heart-stopping, piercing force that reverberated back and forth between the mountains.
The ancient trees at the mountain's base rustled, sending leaves scattering through the air.
The field fell into a brief, eerie silence.
The wind had died down without anyone noticing, and the whispers had ceased.
Thousands of pairs of eyes stared, stunned, at the figure wielding a Long Saber in the center of the stage.
His cultivation was clearly only in the Divine Power Realm, yet his proud, solitary stance made him seem like an insurmountable, towering mountain.
Then, in an instant—BOOM!
