Without warning, Cain threw out a casual fist. The movement seemed almost lazy, a stark contrast to the earth-shattering power it unleashed.
A thunderous howl shook the entire Dao theatre to its foundations, the sound reminiscent of a dragon's roar mixed with the crack of lightning splitting the sky. An overwhelming pressure descended upon the gathered cultivators, a power that didn't manifest in divine explosions or dazzling flashes, but still caused souls to quiver on the verge of shattering.
A faint glisten of his Monarch Dao Rune shimmered across his knuckles, a testament to the profound cultivation technique that set Cain apart from even the most elite cultivators.
This casual fist, imbued with power beyond mortal comprehension, soared directly towards the Young Fire King's face.
Realizing the danger too late, the Young Fire King's eyes widened in panic.
