Tang San remained standing there, not crushed into mincemeat as imagined, while the Seventh Elder's body was repelled, tumbling violently in the air several times before landing in the distance. When his feet finally touched the ground, he staggered several steps backward before he managed to stabilize himself. His arms were clearly trembling.
The entire mountaintop fell silent, save for the echoing roar reverberating through the surrounding mountains.
Who could have anticipated this outcome? Tang San stood proudly atop the peak, holding the Sea God's Trident, his grandeur seeming to look down upon the world.
