Wang Xuan shook his head, dislodging the gravel clinging to his dragon horns, then tried to stir the Dragon Clan bloodline within him.
A dragon roar erupted from the lion's mouth, its sound waves rolling outward. Rocks atop the mountain cracked apart, several ancient trees snapped at their middles, and their crowns were shredded into fragments by the following waves before they could hit the ground.
The ferocious beasts lying prone in the distance lowered their heads even further. A few weaker ones rolled their eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and fainted on the spot.
"The power's decent."
Wang Xuan fell silent, and the scorching breath in his throat gradually settled.
As an innate Supernatural Power, the dragon roar did not consume much bloodline power, yet its effect was truly domineering. Against opponents of the same rank, that roar alone could leave them dazed for a moment.
A moment of distraction was enough for him to pounce and tear them to pieces.
But Wang Xuan knew that the true great Supernatural Power was the unassuming Imprisonment Art.
With a thought, a streak of golden divine light flew from the dragon horns above his head.
The divine light descended upon a massive blue-black boulder several yards tall nearby and silently coiled around it.
Wrapped in the golden divine light, the boulder was effortlessly lifted from the ground.
The boulder, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, floated motionlessly in midair, as though gripped by an invisible hand.
Wang Xuan could feel that the space around the boulder had been sealed shut. Even the air had stopped moving, while dust hung frozen in the air as if trapped in amber.
"Interesting."
Another thought flashed through his mind, and the golden divine light suddenly flickered.
A dense series of cracking sounds came from