"The Valley Masters are now complete, I guess it is time they know the true power of the Primordial Chaos Sect."
The disciples of the sect whispered nervously among themselves as they took in the lineup of their masters, each one bearing an expression that promised anything but mercy. The tension in the arena was almost unbearable, a suffocating blanket of fear that hung over everyone present.
Anderson, his flaming red hair flickering like a burning flame, stepped forward with deliberate slowness. His presence alone seemed to draw all attention, and the murmurs among the disciples hushed into a tense silence.
He approached the celestial, his gaze unwavering, and stopped right in front of him. The sheer intensity of his aura made the air crackle around him. Anderson leaned in slightly, his voice low and controlled, yet carrying an edge that cut deeper than any blade. "Care to repeat your words again?" he asked, each syllable deliberate and cold.
