"It's time to end this."
Chen Mo looked down at the people below. Thunder Fire surged over his right arm as he clenched his five fingers into a fist and shot downward, his fist crashing onto the arena.
In an instant, a thunderous explosion rang out from the arena. Before countless stunned gazes, a bolt of lightning-purple fire as thick as a foot burst from where his fist met the ground, devouring the others like a fiery serpent.
Wherever the fire serpent passed, the arena, built of hard stone, was almost completely wrecked, with a deep ravine carved through its center.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Several dull impacts rang out as several charred figures were blasted off the arena and slammed heavily onto the bluestone ground.
The flames around Chen Mo's right arm dissipated, and the black wings behind him folded away. Rubbing his right fist, he sighed inwardly, I've really gone to great lengths to avoid killing you all.
"Zhan'er!"
"Sheng'er!"
"Lan Baixi!"
Several figures flew out from the crowd and rushed toward those who had been blasted off the stage.
Mu Chen came to Mu Zhan's side. Apart from the weakness caused by his injuries, he found no serious damage, nor any lasting harm to his body.
He could tell that Chen Mo had clearly held back with his final move.
After confirming that their juniors and disciples were all right, the other powerful figures finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"What a formidable young man!" The Emperor beneath the pavilion suddenly rose to his feet and gave his assessment.
Yaoye hurried to the middle-aged man's side, standing with Yaoyue on either side of him.
Yaoye looked at Chen Mo, a faint smile hanging on her lovely face.
The Emperor personally came before Chen Mo, who quickly bowed in