Thud!
A fist seemed to thunder in his mind.
Mukade strained to open his eyes, but he could see nothing except dazzling firelight.
In that instant, his five senses failed him, and his perception of the outside world was completely severed.
Morning Peacock shone as brightly as the rising sun.
Bam!
A fist struck the ground, and light appeared once more.
The blast of the punch flashed past, accompanied by rumbling sonic booms and raging waves of wind.
It was reinforced by the boundless strength of the Eight Gates Released Formation.
A razor-sharp flame sliced the giant puppet across the waist, cutting it in two.
The earth groaned.
Giant gears and machinery were hurled away by the shock wave, severed limbs and broken pieces flying everywhere like cannonballs.
Dust filled the air, blotting out the sky and sun.
Only scattered flames glimmered amid the dust.
Everyone on the battlefield was stunned.
"Something's wrong. The Dragon Vein does have a few tricks..."
Xuandou lightly swung his right fist, smashing the flying parts and rubble, his expression surprised.
He naturally knew that Mukade had devoured two Dragon Veins.
But... the giant puppet felt nothing like something empowered by the Dragon Veins.
It seemed more as though Mukade was deliberately holding back to lose...
But that was impossible.
There had to be some sort of plot.
Xuandou quietly raised his guard, keeping the teleportation ninjutsu Flying Thunder God ready at all times.
At the slightest sign of trouble, he was prepared to flash away.
Suddenly.
Fierce winds howled, sweeping up sand, and the purple Dragon Vein energy field that had only recently dissipated reappeared on the battlefield.
An enormous surge of chakra emerged.
The shattered mechanical parts flew backward, and a luminous purple glow rose from the giant puppet that had been severed