Tyrant! Stage Four: Grand Collapsing Fist!

And the river screamed.

Not in sound—but in existence.

The waters twisted like beasts being torn apart, howling in agony, as a sword's will—descended upon it.

KRA-BOOM!

The river parted.

Split down its ancient belly like a divine kunpeng.

Two titanic walls of water surged skyward, roaring like imprisoned dragons set free.

And between it all?

A five-meter-wide path carved through the depths—black stone glistening below, revealed like the riverbed had offered itself in surrender.

"MOVE!"

Su Xiaobai's voice echoed shattering their awe filled faces.

Them — frozen mid-breath, hypnotized by the impossible.

Then they moved.

Su Yiran was the first.

She dashed forward, her feet touching the black path like she was skating across frozen moonlight.