Tang San still stood there, not smashed into a pulp as imagined, while the seventh elder's body was rebounded into the air, violently flipping several times before landing far away. When he set foot on the ground, he still had to stagger back a few steps before he could barely steady himself. His arms were visibly trembling.
The entire mountaintop was silent, save for the echoing roar in the mountains.
Who could have expected this outcome? Tang San stood proudly on the mountaintop, holding the Sea God's Trident, with an air of overlooking the world with disdain.
