When Tie Zhu soared high and thrust his thick, powerful waist forward, everyone present shuddered violently, disbelief spreading across their faces.
"What... is he going to do?"
"From that pose, don't tell me..."
"That's a Supreme Powerhouse~~" An old man's voice trembled. In all his long years, he had never seen anything so absurd.
"This artifact is an heirloom of the Jiang family. To fight a Supreme Powerhouse on its very first appearance today-I suppose I haven't disgraced my dad!"
Tie Zhu possessed a certain degree of intelligence, too. With those words, what had been an embarrassing act instantly took on profound significance.
"You dare?!"
Behind him, the Master of the Artifact Gate seemed to realize something. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, nearly splitting with rage. Yet he dared not retreat. Without the Blood River opening a path ahead, returning to the Mortal World would be a hundred times harder!
Whoosh!
Tie Zhu wasted no more words. He thrust his waist forward, and a massive torrent gushed out in bucketfuls, a sight comparable to a river bursting its banks or a waterfall crashing down overhead.
He normally drank water from the Long River, mixed with all manner of fish, shrimp, and other river delicacies. At home, he had to have meat with every meal and never ate vegetables, so he ran very hot. This dragon fluid was deep yellow and reeked to high heaven.
To contend with the spatial turbulence and the many unknown dangers in the darkness, the Master of the Artifact Gate was already exerting his power to its limit.
But now, to avoid humiliation, he could only grit his teeth and divert some of that power into a barrier before him.
Splash, splash!
The dragon fluid struck it, unable to come within ten meters of the Master