[An Xuan!]
Rumble—!
Like a volcano that had bottled up its fury for a thousand years suddenly erupting beneath the earth, a muffled roar rang out as the ground liquefied under the tremors of immense power. Layer upon layer of waves spread outward in rings.
The Son of the Holy Demon shot skyward from underground, trailing a pillar of molten lava.
It was uninjured—even the black robe around its body was utterly unmarred. With a flick of its feather fan, it transformed in an instant into a whip-like flexible sword. At a shake, the sword became hundreds upon thousands of Flying Stars, plunging toward An Jing. [We lacked your information before, so you caught us at a disadvantage.]
[But now, we know you inside and out!]
An Xuan drove the White Comet Heavenly Star, descending from the heavens across a thousand miles. It shattered clouds and split the sky, sweeping forward with invincible momentum, as though heaven and earth themselves were aiding it. If one tried to retreat now, one would only be hounded relentlessly by An Xuan; even with superior strength, they would be unable to bring out thirty percent of it.
Thus, relying on its immortality and indestructibility, the Son of the Holy Demon neither dodged nor evaded. Regardless of what attack An Xuan might unleash, it took the initiative and struck first.
But at the same time, An Jing stepped forward!
[What?!]
The Son of the Holy Demon's pitch-black pupils instantly narrowed into slits. Dust erupted like a dragon from where An Jing had just stood, yet his figure had already vanished.
The next instant, the Son of the Holy Demon felt its vision blur. Invisible currents wound around its body, like Hundred-Refined darksteel shackles, locking it in place and leaving it unable to move.
Then came