Majestic pressure, like black tidal waves of the sea, rolled up dust in large swathes across the ground. Cui Mingri's expression shifted subtly as he raised his hand to deliver a punch towards the direction the sound had come from. When fist met palm, a red circle of fire exploded in the air.
The ground around them caved in layer by layer and burst open.
The winds raised by the force demolished the houses outside the training grounds, reducing them to ruins.
A few of the disciples standing next to Cui Mingri, caught off guard, were sent flying by the shockwave of the collision, resulting in a chaotic scene of bodies tumbling and sprawling everywhere.
"Hahaha!"
Amidst the hearty laughter, a burly figure clad in armor slowly walked out.
More than three meters tall, his pale armor was engraved with ancient runes, and his shoulders were draped with thick furs. A scar ran across his face, and his golden pupils sparkled, revealing wolf-like sharp fangs as he laughed.
