"Fellow juniors of the martial world!"
"Take one move from this Stronghold Master!"
High in the sky, the blazing sun hung overhead. Winds howled and clouds churned as Jiang Dali's deep, imposing voice exploded like heavenly thunder above, audible both near and far. It tightened hearts and sent the river's waves rolling.
The meaning behind his words shocked and bewildered the hundreds of thousands of players and natives below, filling them with terror. Some players nearly fainted outright.
What was this?
Take a move from the Black Wind Stronghold Master?
Who could withstand that?
Was there anyone left in the martial world who could take a single move from the Stronghold Master?
Before the hundreds of thousands of players could figure out what was happening, Jiang Dali, standing atop the Demon Dragon's back, lowered his stance and drew circles with both palms before gathering them at his waist. An indestructible Golden Yellow Qi Shield instantly emerged around him, producing a Dragon Roar Tiger Howl like the tolling of a great bell.
"Ha!"
He flipped his palms upward toward the heavens. His heroic spirit surged, and powerful qi immediately coursed through his body, making his martial attire billow. The internal force of the Great Strength Divine Skill circulated throughout him, carrying the aura of a man unmatched by ten thousand, standing firm beneath the heavens, brave and fearless.
The mist rising from the churning river water gathered strangely around him. Accompanied by the vast power of Heaven and Earth, it swiftly converged between his palms.
A round mass of qi force formed, rolling ceaselessly like crashing waves.
The players stared in dumbfounded shock. Then they saw Jiang Dali slam his upraised palms down toward the Dragon Tiger Gang on both sides of the river.
The enormous rolling sphere of qi force