Declaration of War 1

The heavens crackled with apocalyptic tension and lightning as Po's words echoed through the shattered landscape, his voice reverberating with a defiance that belied his youthful frame. The energy blade in his left hand glowed silver-blue, humming with the Athosian suit's advanced power that defied cultivation laws. Below him, the earth lay in ruins, a testament to the Elder's overwhelming power and fury, yet Po stood unbothered, his red eyes locked on the Ancient Elder with predatory calm.

Listening to the lad's boastful and insulting words, the Elder's face turned dark with annoyance as his energy surged. His blackened sword of chaotic energy trembled in his grip, his late-stage Saint Ancestor aura surging to its peak.