"Go to hell!"
The Lion King roared, his feet stomping the ground as Yin Yang Battle Qi began to swirl around his body.
Qi and blood surged like a dragon from beneath his skin, casting a crimson glow in the air. The turbulent waves of his aura pulsed with terrifying power.
His palm strike transformed in an instant.
In a flash, it grew as large as a mountain, crashing down with the force of Mount Tai Pressing Down.
The immense pressure was simply unparalleled.
Hong Yu stood quietly. Behind him, a thousand gruesome heads swirled, entangled in the Biluo Immortal Vine. They writhed and danced like the wild, world-shaking hair of a frenzied demon.
It was a display of unparalleled dominance and gore.
"Great Destruction Fist!"
Utterly fearless, Hong Yu threw a punch.
As the Clan Leader of one of the Four Great Tribes of the Nanshan Collection, the Lion King's combat prowess was astonishing. He was unquestionably one of the most elite beings in the Central Area.
