Ancestor Yinsha raised his right palm, the pitch-black baleful intent armor on his palm condensing into a ghostly head phantom about a zhang in size-larger, fiercer, and more solid than the previous one.
The ghostly head's eyes burned with gloomy green ghost fire, and its fangs dripped with black liquid formed from baleful intent, each drop corroding a deep pit upon the stone surface.
He slowly pushed that ghostly head toward Wang Yuan. The movement was not fast, yet where the ghostly head passed, the air hissed from corrosion.
The flagstones beneath his feet were soaked through by baleful intent and shattered into fine powder, leaving a half-chi-deep scorched groove across the high platform.
The thousands of people below the platform turned pale.
Those who had just moments before thought that the Alliance Master could hold his ground felt their legs turn weak now as they witnessed the might of Ancestor Yinsha's Three Flowers Gather at the Crown.
Daoist Fencang's finger joints whitened as he gripped his Red Copper Greatsword.
Su Qinghan supported the heavily injured Ji Mie Arhat, her body beneath her plain white robes held taut as a bowstring.
"Come, let me see your limit."
Wang Yuan looked at the incoming ghostly head, his expression remaining as calm as usual.
He raised his right hand, his fingertips pressed together like a sword, and tapped in succession upon five acupoints across his chest, left shoulder, right flank, lower abdomen, and spine.
The instant his fingertips fell, an aura of vital blood so immense it bordered on terrifying exploded from within him.
Hum!
Centered on Wang Yuan, a ring of dark golden qi shockwave swept violently in all directions.
Where the shockwave passed, the rubble underfoot was crushed into fine powder, and the remaining flagstones on the high platform were