The darkness was torn open.
The daylight arrived.
The lightning fell.
The fist descended.
Everything happened in the briefest of moments.
Only a few true experts could clearly make out everything that had occurred, like Xiaode or those important personages in the Imperial City.
The demi-human commoners on the plaza could only see a blinding light and the silhouette of a massive black bear in the sky. Their mouths were agape in shock as they struggled to make a noise, and then they were roused by a massive boom and pushed back by a wave of Qi.
Swift winds howled, stirring up all the dust between the stones, blocking out all vision and slightly dimming that light.
But the bolt of lightning was unconcealably bright, those two figures crystal-clear.
The young man in the bamboo hat had finally brought his left hand away from his back, raising it in front of him to block Xuanyuan Po's iron-like right fist.
His hand clenched into a fist as well.
