"Seven Gate Pagoda Stance."
He placed his palms together as if praying and his legs were planted to the ground. Nie Xia stood still, waiting for Shi Hou to move. The air had grown heavy around them as no living thing dared to enter their path.
For the weak, it was out of fear.
For the strong, it was out of respect.
Neither warriors wanted any interruptions.
"One hit, you say... Then prepare yourself!"
Shi Hou lowered his head, pointing his obsidian- colored horns at Nie Xia. They crackled and buzz with energy, threatening to impale the commander with all eight points.
"Thrusting the Titan's Trident"
The Roaring King shouted as he charged forward, only the power behind each step left deep imprints on the ground. Opposite to him, Nie Xia did not move, he was perfectly still with his palms pressed together.
He waited before suddenly shouting out.
"Open!"
