"Boom..."
Bright Summit trembled, casting loose rolling boulders. A horrifying remnant force formed ripples in midair like clouds lit by fire. Everything it touched—trees, rocks—turned to dust, even Tang Xiong and Yang Potian, who were fighting nearby, were forced down from the peak...
As the radiant aftermath descended, only the Ming Sect's Holy Fire Hall remained standing on Bright Summit amidst the flattened surroundings, with patches of ice and snow still visible on the bare rocks.
After being flung back about ten yards by the rebound force, Yang Ge immediately stabilized his form and pounced even more fiercely, slashing with the "Spring Thunder Strike" toward the gigantic golden bell:
With one swing, a golden aura like the morning sun burst forth, slicing through dozens of strikes in an instant with roaring waves, striking the golden bell.
"Clang..."