The Martial Arts Legend, Zhang Ziyong, is dead.
What remains on this arm is merely the unsatisfied obsession, akin to the wreckage of the Primordial Spirit Dharma Form, which becomes increasingly obsessive and crazy during the tempering in lava.
Old Siming: "..."
Old Mystic Turtle: "..."
The two old guys exchange a glance and gasp.
They hastily retreat a hundred feet.
Silence and loneliness, but the arm laughs manically as lava churns.
Suddenly.
The Whale Hunter smirks, throws away his fishing rod, and strides forward, stomping fiercely on the arm. The immense force crushes a rocky cliff, sending the arm back into the lava.
The silver-haired man sneers, raising his middle finger:
"Fuck your mother!"
He tears apart a volcano peak and hoists it up with both hands.
Intending to use the volcano peak as a lid.
To squash the arm within.
