Path of Transformation Killing Move: Ten Thousand Mountains Dragon Ruins

The warriors on the wall were left with their ears ringing by that dragon roar. Some clapped their hands over their ears, some crouched down, and some dropped the weapons in their hands. But even more of them straightened, lifted their heads, and looked at that dragon's head, at those hovering mountains, at that figure standing in the sky.

Situ Xuan hovered in the heavens.

He had changed into a fresh set of clothes. His deep-blue robe snapped in the wind, dark-gold patterns flowing along its hem. His hair was blown into disarray, and his bronze skin shone with a faint luster beneath the gray-yellow daylight. On his chest, the Mountain Dragon King's totem was giving off a pale-gold light, blazing and heavy, like magma surging up from the depths of the earth's core.

His hands slowly came together before him, his ten fingers interlacing, the veins on the backs of his hands bulging. His shoulders sank as though mountains pressed down on them. His chest swelled, the Mountain Dragon King's roar echoing within his ribcage. Around him, the veins of the earth trembled, and the rock and soil within a hundred li answered his call.

He opened his mouth. His voice was not loud, but every word was like thunder, exploding through the sky.

"The Mountain Dragon covers the wilds, ten thousand peaks rise mighty; the thick earth gathers awe to suppress the nine heavens."

As the first line fell, the mountains hovering around the mountain dragon's head began to sink. They did not plummet. They descended in order, in layers, as though controlled by an invisible hand, slowly pressing toward the earth.

"A thousand mountains span the sky and seal ten thousand arts; layered peaks lock baleful evil and trap the heavens."

As the second line fell, the