Li Xuanxiao held a longsword and eyed Mountain King sidelong.
Mountain King wiped the grease dripping from the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly.
"You insolent little brat, how dare you be so arrogant!!"
Before his words had even faded, that enormous hand reached toward Li Xuanxiao.
The instant the hand appeared, the surrounding air seemed to be drawn along with it, forming a powerful current.
In the audience seats behind Li Xuanxiao, countless spectators felt that immense pressure at the exact same moment.
It pressed down on them like a mountain, leaving them barely able to breathe.
As that massive hand extended, its palm slowly spread open, the lines upon it plainly visible.
And etched amid those palm lines was a huge character: "Mountain"!
"Rumble—!!"
Li Xuanxiao thrust out with his sword.
His feet carved furrows into the ground, and his body jolted violently.
He was driven back dozens of yards, his longsword humming furiously.
At last, unable to bear the burden any longer, it shattered with a bang.
This talisman sword of Li Xuanxiao's had not been forged for very long to begin with.
Now that it had been destroyed by a single strike, it was still within Li Xuanxiao's expectations.
The corners of Mountain King's lips curled upward in a faint smile.
His other hand casually traced an arc through the air before lightly pointing.
Li Xuanxiao abruptly raised his head. An overwhelming sense of oppression crashed into him, as though the whole world had frozen at this instant.
Focusing his gaze, Li Xuanxiao saw that a colossal mountain had somehow appeared above him.
The mountain hung over his head, its surface covered in densely packed talismans.
Those talismans flickered with faint light, as though recounting the mountain's extraordinary nature.
Just as Li Xuanxiao stood aghast,