With an evil smile on his face, Argon materializes a small ball of fire at his fingertip, glowing like a miniature sun. Despite its size, the entire realm heats up, causing low-level cultivators to feel their skin burning. The air grows thick with the scent of scorched earth and sweat, as if a blazing inferno were on the brink of eruption. Argon's understanding of the law of fire, already in the early-stage second layer, makes those below the Divine Sea Realm seem like ants to him.
The sect leaders and patriarchs, already on edge, are now gripped by a new level of fear. They have no idea what is happening, but the despair elicited by such a small ball of fire is palpable. Town Lord Tian, recognizing the terrifying power before him, drops to his knees immediately. He knows that only the power of law could produce such an effect.
"Please, Lord," Tian begs, his voice trembling. "I have eyes but cannot see Mount Tai. Spare my life, I beseech you."
