In the sky.
Thousands upon thousands of tightly packed lattices of light shifted through endless forms. In an instant, they flew from one side of the sky to the other, then chased a black shadow all the way back from the horizon.
Unable to shake them, the black shadow suddenly swelled into a statue hundreds of meters tall, blocking every lattice of light.
A barrage of blows rang out like a sudden downpour.
Boom—
Streams of dark light rose from the earth.
They had been "Demons," but once they reached the sky, they turned into black light and sank into the statue.
"It was you... Those 'Demons' hanging over the heads of the Common People—you released them."
Lu Chaowu spoke.
With a light wave of his hand, every lattice returned, becoming two balls of light that enveloped his fists.
—Every one of those ever-changing attacks had been his punches!
The statue changed back into the Immortal Lord, who breathed out a mouthful of black vapor.
The vapor swelled in the wind, becoming a black sword shadow hundreds of meters long. It struck the fists Lu Chaowu had just raised.
Boom!!!
The sky darkened, and sand and stones flew.
Some of the less sturdy houses collapsed straight into rubble under the violent surge of power.
The shockwaves from their clash swept across the entire Imperial Capital like a hurricane.
"You released the 'Demons,' didn't you?" Lu Chaowu pressed.
"And what if I did?" the Immortal Lord said with a sneer.
"Interesting." Lu Chaowu's eyes lit up. "Whatever other moves you have, use them."
The air of majesty around him fell away. He rubbed his hands together and rolled his shoulders and neck.
—For some reason, the bright yellow imperial robe he wore no longer looked quite right on him.
The Immortal