Lu Yan displayed his divine might, successively slaying two top experts from the Three Emperors Alliance, exuding an aura as vibrant as a rainbow, but he also drew the attention from the other party's top expert.
A golden mountain descended upon Lu Yan with a crushing force, as though it mobilized a Magic River itself, immensely powerful.
Lu Yan dared not be careless, his body emanating a sonorous clang, as The Atmosphere of Arms ran rampant. He sliced upward with his palm.
Boom!
The mountain trembled, a terrifying roar erupted, and the mountain was sent flying. Lu Yan stood unyielding.
"Wan Zhong Shan Yu Fist."
A youth with a mountain suspended above his head strode toward Lu Yan, his body heavy as a mountain range. Each step he took made the battle stage rumble.
Around him, Rule Power swirled, forming a layer of earthy yellow battle armor that covered his entire body.
