The Golden-Armored Boy noticed the Divine Temple Ancestor's finger curl, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face.
Then he flexed his other, empty hand. He was about to lay it on the Iron Rod and send the whole group to their deaths.
Clang!
But just as the hand that would decide their fate was about to fall, something changed.
Time seemed to slow severalfold. A sharp metallic crash suddenly rang through the streets of the Capital City.
The sound was so loud that nearly everyone in the Capital City went briefly deaf.
As for its source, it was something that had flown out of the Heavenly Court Disciple courtyard.
It was a huge, uncarved Tiger Fang. After tumbling through the air a few times, it struck the enormous Iron Rod that loomed over everyone in the Capital City with boundless force.
Countless hairline cracks appeared across the Tiger Fang in an instant.
The Iron Rod it struck had brimmed with power a moment earlier. The next, it shuddered violently, then burst into fragments that rained down across the Great Qi Dynasty's Capital City.
Tap, tap, tap!
The Tiger Fang hit the ground and rolled several times, somehow returning to the Heavenly Court Disciple courtyard.
The Golden-Armored Boy silently studied the Rod Handle left in his hand, then looked toward the courtyard the Tiger Fang had flown from.
A young man in a blue robe lounged at ease in a Rocking Chair. He curled a finger and picked up the Tiger Fang that had fallen to the ground.
Though the boy did not know exactly where the Tiger Fang had come from, he had his suspicions.
*That fool Mountain Lord didn't just lose his life to him. He even let him pull out the fangs he was always so proud