Yun Lintian stared at Meng Xuan for a long moment.
Then—
"Can't destroy?… You better open your eyes wide and watch me."
He released Meng Xuan, letting him collapse at the base of the altar.
Then he stepped back, his right arm coiling with black energy.
Not just energy—
Death energy.
Primordial, ancient, and wrathful.
The air warped as Yun Lintian's arm transformed, his flesh shifting into scales, his fingers elongating into claws.
A spectral black dragon materialized around his arm, its eyes burning with the same prismatic light that had defied Lu Xingzhi.
"Dragon Fist."
Yun Lintian punched.
ROARRRR!!
The dragon roared, its maw opening wide as it slammed into the altar.
For a single, frozen moment—
Nothing happened.
Then—
BOOOOOOM—!
The altar exploded, its flesh-like surface rupturing like an overripe fruit. The blood rivers feeding it evaporated, the slaughter-energy contained within screeching as it was annihilated.
