Sirius chuckled and said, "My power is my qualification."
The sleeves of Sirius transformed into a massive palm, a sky-covering palm gripping both the sun and the moon fiercely, overshadowing the canopy of Forest Dust, which compared in scale to an ant versus a tree.
The monks around him watched the scene indifferently, as if they were observing captured dust.
The dust in the forest strode forward boldly, fighting like swords, ripping through the sky, a faint crest visible above his eyebrows, his muscles swelling and spirits lifted, mending to the rising rhythm.
"Early Stage of the Country of Wu."
"In the middle of the Country of Wu."
"Mid-Peak of the Country of Wu."
"Deceased King Wu."
Lin Dun's cultivation aura rose from the early stage to the late stage of the Country of Wu. His fist, like a seashell, like a falling meteor, smashed the massive palm and shattered mountains and rivers with a fierce punch.
"What!"
