The duel between Lin Mu and Grand Elder Huo had already gone beyond what anyone could call a spar.
It was a war of wills, Daos, and cultivation paths, an exchange not just of power but of legacies carved into the marrow of heaven and earth itself. The ground was fractured, ash burned into nothingness, and the magma beneath the world had begun to seep free, as if eager to witness the clash of titans above it.
And yet, both combatants knew that what had been unleashed so far was still not their true peak.
The Grand Elder's one eye gleamed sharply.
He had tested Lin Mu's physique, his weapons, his sword intent, his body cultivation, his magma-fueled form.
And the boy had endured.
Not just endured, but matched him strike for strike, Dao for Dao. Now, it was time to reveal the depth of his own accumulation.
With a single sharp breath, the air around him rippled. The illusory swords circling him faded away as something far more profound emerged from within.
SHUA
