At this thought, Min Tao held nothing back. From within his dantian burst a transcendent force that coursed along his meridians and seeped out of his body. Around his towering frame coiled the phantom of a mighty lion, its golden brilliance blazing as its roar shook the surrounding void.
The onlookers' expressions shifted. This method of Min Tao's was no weaker than a grandmaster's power. He had likely received an empowerment from some powerful expert, who had sealed a supreme technique within him. It was a pity to unleash it now.
It was similar to how Meng Zhao had once sealed the power of a single move within Han Pu.
This also proved what had been said earlier: none who dared climb the mountain were simple. More or less, each of them had one or two Trump Cards up their sleeves.
Everyone was filled with anticipation, hoping Min Tao could use this Trump Card to charge straight through. At least it would give them something to hope for, showing them that even those who were not descendants of Imperial Sui could still succeed.
Yet Min Tao's violent action seemed to enrage the Hidden Dragon Vein. Another wisp of aura surged out, sending ripples through the void. The lion phantom, possessing power sufficient to rival a grandmaster, instantly shattered like a bubble. The remaining force sent Min Tao flying heavily into the air.
Fortunately, just as the innate master had said, Min Tao's martial arts were exceptionally high and his response exquisitely precise. He flipped several times in midair before retreating to his original position, his face deathly pale and a streak of glaring crimson spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Compared with the previous six boys and girls, Min Tao was certainly fortunate to have escaped with his body