In front of the waterfall, all sound was gone.
Andrew Han, usually gentle and reserved, could not restrain the fury in his heart.
Back then, the entire Green Mountain Sect stood as one, sacrificing their lives to resist the Black Dragon Demons and defend the eastern lands of Sinovera—whether one agrees or not, whether one approves or not, no one has the right to criticize what Green Mountain Sect did!
Even if they were a bit foolish.
Even if they were a bit sentimental.
But.
This is Green Mountain Sect—our! Green! Mountain! Sect!
Leonard Tong was already buried half a meter deep in the black stone. Andrew Han reached out with his left palm and pulled him out directly.
Boom!
With another strike of his right palm, the ground within a hundred meters trembled.
Leonard Tong was slammed into the black stone again, then pulled out once more. Andrew Han smashed him down more than ten times, until Leonard’s forehead was bleeding, his face shriveled with pain, lying at the very bottom of the shattered black stone.
"Sign it."
"I don't want to repeat myself."
Andrew Han stood beside him, expressionless.
For those stubborn, self-righteous people, reasoning is impossible—let alone real communication. Only force can shatter their obstinacy and collapse their decay.
"Sign it?"
Leonard Tong slowly straightened his back, staring fiercely at Andrew Han.
Rank ninety on the Titled Sequence is already a second-step titled Martial Lord. Leonard Tong is ninety-one, at the peak of first-step Martial Lord. Even across all of Sinovera, he counts as a regional overlord.
"Young man."
"You're still too green. Do you think such simple attacks can crush me? Today I'll show you what Mystic-Communion truly is!" Leonard Tong's eyes flashed, his body spun, and he spat out a mouthful of flame like a phantom.
That mouthful of blazing flame was like real volcanic magma, making the entire area unbearably hot.
"Sunset Blaze!"
Leonard Tong's figure flickered, Internal Power erupting.
Even if a second-step titled Martial Lord were here, they would have to avoid the edge of this attack. Especially behind him, the twisting, black-smoked air seemed to hint that something was being born.
Using Fusion mastery to create a Mystic-Communion Art!
Power exploded through the air; even the waterfall trembled.
In fact, every Mystic-Communion Art has limits on its use, some tied to emotion, others restricted by terrain or weather. Unless one is exceptionally skilled, the prerequisites for casting a Mystic-Communion Art must be met.
"Hmph."
"With peak Fusion mastery, I am now evolving the precursor to Volcanic Cascade. When it is complete, that will be the moment you fall and lose consciousness." Leonard Tong's face was grim, his fists and palms unceasing, his aged body striking with heavy martial arts that flickered like phantoms.
The land within several hundred meters shook violently.
Even the waterfall behind him was subtly changing.
"Whoa!"
"This is the power of the old ancestor!" A young girl and a middle-aged man standing far away stared in shock, swallowing dryly before retreating another hundred meters.
They had just advanced to the Martial Artist Realm.
How could they have imagined...
A battle between titled Martial Lords could cause destructive damage over a hundred meters—the scattered shockwaves were like a raging storm, sweeping away everything around them.
"Terrifying."
"Just now, the old ancestor was caught off guard, which let Andrew Han seize the initiative. But now, with the old ancestor fully unleashed, I'm afraid Andrew Han is truly in danger." The girl murmured softly, her delicate features paling.
Her feelings were complicated; she didn't know whom to side with.
One was Andrew Han, the Origin of Dawn representing the younger generation; the other was her elder. Though the latter was stubborn, he was still her family.