The splintered oak of the double doors had barely settled when the cavernous hall erupted in a wave of crimson pressure.
Zhao Tianxiao stepped forward, raising his long crimson sword, and the ten foot tall demonic avatar at his flank roared with a sound that shook the limestone pillars to their foundations.
BOOM!
The concussive shockwave of compressed blood Qi blew the front rank of the commoner vanguard ten feet backward across the slick marble floor.
Disciples wearing gray tunics crashed into the balustrades, their iron spears snapping like dry twigs under the sheer spiritual weight radiating from the avatar.
Ye Chen braced his boots against a c***k in the stone, his rusted broadsword vibrating as he absorbed the brunt of the kinetic backwash for Lin Xi.
"The Sect Master has linked
