The massive spiraled belly flowerpot weighed at least four or five hundred pounds, yet it felt light as a teapot in the Feilengcui Lord's hands, all thanks to the "Water-Calming Power" bestowed by the swan high priest upon the altar. Before the Seven-Colored Dragon could finish speaking, Mourinho had already slammed the entire flowerpot down onto the head of the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim.
With a thunderous crunch akin to a mountain collapsing, everyone standing in the stands felt a tremor underfoot, almost mistaking it for an earthquake.
Fortunately, the arena was supported by colossal Doric stone columns, which, after a brief shake, stabilized to normal.
The arms of the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, shielded his head, and the heavy flowerpot, having been struck powerfully, shattered like a watermelon dropped on the ground, scattering small fragments in all directions.
