"How tragic!"
Tenjiro Kirinji let out a mournful cry. "That brat Su Feng has been flattened into a pancake!"
"Was I still one step too late?"
Beneath a red umbrella, atop a carpet woven from splendid brocade, Senjumaru Shutara lowered her gaze slightly, making it impossible to discern her true emotions.
By comparison, Kirio Hikifune's reaction was far more genuine.
The plump woman clenched her fists, her face full of reluctance as she rebuked him:
"Monk, you clearly could have just taught him a lesson..."
Before she could finish, the two enormous palms formed from Spiritual Power suddenly erupted with dazzling brilliance.
Golden-red patterns intertwined across them, outlining one ferocious ravine after another.
Blazing Spiritual Pressure surged forth from within, completely shattering Ichibei Hyōsube's Thousand-Mile Heaven-Piercing Palm.
Su Feng's figure emerged amid hazy light and shadow, golden-red patterns flowing across his perfect body like molten lava.
With his arms crossed, radiant golden-red trails extended from the tips of all ten fingers, like an enhanced version of Panther King's Claw.
A vast, abyssal Spiritual Pressure surged without restraint. The air trembled ceaselessly, while the boundless sea of clouds within the dome churned endlessly, piling up wave after wave of snow-white swells.
Ichibei Hyōsube's Spiritual Pressure had previously overwhelmed Su Feng's, leading the other Royal Guard members to misjudge the situation.
Only when Su Feng released his Spiritual Pressure before them—
did they realize that this junior, countless years younger than the Royal Guard and a disciple of Shigekuni Yamamoto, had already far surpassed them in terms of raw Spiritual Pressure.
"Monk, the battle has only just begun."
Su Feng grinned as all the Spiritual Pressure he had stored through Life Return during the banquet erupted at once.
Like a colossal pillar of blazing fire, it expanded outward in every direction with