Dyon stood in the air, his fists backed by a roaring bear as they flashed forward again and again.
The 25th White Mother watched this with a frown on her face. 'This bell isn't our original bell… A celestial has no business ringing the true bell, let alone Little Dyon…'
BOOM!
Almost to confirm his master's thoughts, Dyon's fist shattered the bell completely.
Shattered pieces of the bell flew outward, turning the core pavilion into a mess of overturned stones and pits of fire.
Dyon looked down coldly, his scales still fading in and out of existence.
There was no doubt that this commotion sent the core sect into an uproar. The core disciples were the first to make it out since they were the closest. Even the Devil Cultivators, who had begun staying at Soul Rending Peak, came out.
When they saw that it was Dyon, they were completely shocked.
