A moment earlier, Su Changsheng had destroyed his enemy in a single strike.
Heaven and earth had overturned; mountains and seas had spun.
Such was a glimpse of the might of the seventh level.
He had certainly put considerable thought into showcasing himself and demonstrating his worth so he could enter the Right Stronghold Leadership.
The greater the commotion and the more dazzling the display, the better.
Yet he had secretly held something back, displaying flames on the surface while concealing Ice-Sealing beneath them, with the ninefold-stacked Stone-Shattering Art hidden deepest of all.
His identity as the Half-Demon Black Snake had already been erased, and that identity had been dead for over a month. Although it would not attract the attention of anyone watching, he still needed to exercise caution.
Techniques at the Lesser Mastery Level, such as the Stone-Shattering Art, were inconvenient to reveal directly for now and had to remain concealed beneath other powers.
At the sight, the members of the Demon Race who had yet to arrive stood rooted where they were, all their voices falling silent.
For a time, the scene froze.
Only after a long, long while, when all the yao came back to themselves and thought it was over, did another upheaval arise.
Boom!
Thick black blood erupted from the ground once more, and the surrounding waters were enveloped by this sudden, unprecedentedly evil aura.
It was even stronger than before.
The dark power carried a dense aura of death, along with a concentration of many inconceivable, uncanny powers that seized the yao's hearts and souls.
"That damned thing isn't dead yet?"
"What in the world is it?"
The yao's scalps prickled and chills crept up their tailbones. A hair-raising sensation instantly flooded their hearts.
They could not help feeling an emotion called fear.