To it, that young man seemed like a monster.
Though his aura was clearly Lower Gold, his combat power was even more terrifying than a Golden Peak existence. While others could only send a Sword Qi a mere meter or two, when Brand lifted his sword, it was like conjuring a fiery dragon dozens of feet long.
The young man raised his sword high. The fiery dragon coiled around his silver hand armor, resembling a golden whirlwind enveloping the Earth Sword. With a downward slash, a fiery pillar dozens of feet long instantly swept thirty-four Lion-men into it, reducing them to ashes.
A few escaped, but soon the ground shattered with a crash, stone fangs piercing upwards, turning the survivors into pin-cushions.
He used just one sword stroke to open a hole in the center of the Lion-men's formation.
