The audience stared in awe at the scene unfolding before them. Shaurya still stood motionless in his divine pose as sapphire flames flickered gently around him. Above, lotus petals rained down like blessings from the heavens, drifting gracefully through the night air. The entire coliseum shimmered with an almost holy radiance.
In the Sanatan Flame Sect's VIP room, the elders sat frozen, their expressions mixed with surprise and pride. Lin Shu let out a soft laugh, covering her lips with her hand as her eyes sparkled with amusement. She whispered under her breath, "My my….. Shaurya, you and your obsession with dramatic style."
On the stage, Shaurya finally shifted. His posture changed slightly, and he raised his right hand higher, leaving only his index finger extended towards the heavens.
High above, Wang Tian, Luo Chen, and the Single Mingle Gang continued to shower the petals. Their faces lit with excitement—until Wang Tian noticed the signal. His eyes widened.
