Muham laughed uncontrollably while waving, attacking the target. The purple flas on his body exploded, spreading into more than a dozen fiery tornadoes of various sizes.
The audience forgot to breathe. Despite his laughter and disdain, Muham did not underestimate the golem. He knew about the high-level earth laws the golem possessed and the imnse speed it granted.
This stage practically forced everyone to fight on the ground, flying didn’t make much sense in such a confined arena. And even if he wanted to keep attacking from above, his Qi consumption would be much higher. The golem could simply run and dodge without worries. That’s why the most reliable move was an area attack, one that would dominate the stage.
The flaming tornadoes quickly burned the air and spread directly toward the golem, surrounding him from all sides, blocking any escape routes. Running in these conditions would be impossible.
Muham controlled the flas with a precision that only the Djinn himself could replicate. They were already burning fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, they beca a wave of fire over ten ters tall, slowly advancing toward the golem, who stood motionless in the center of the stage, completely indifferent.
Muham laughed madly, as if he could already see the golem’s entire body being engulfed and burned in the next few seconds; he didn’t want to do it quickly, but to savor the mont. Especially that impassive face, which would be "especially taken care of" and charred beyond recognition.
Everything was going according to plan, everything seed perfect. However, even when the golem was cornered, his expression remained strangely blank.
When the purple flas were about to consu him, his expression finally shifted from indifference. However, what appeared wasn’t the shock or despair everyone had expected, but rather... a slight ironic smile.
"Is this it?!"
The voice of disdain resonated, and at that sa mont, the golem took a step forward. He raised the handbell and swung it.
*Ding! Bing!*
Accompanying the peculiar sound, the space around them twisted slightly as the air grew wild. Suddenly, it seed as though the sound had made the terrifying flas writhe. They lost all montum and dissipated like a broken illusion.
Muham widened his eyes but quickly acted, attacking again with the full force of the flas: "Die!"
But... the golem now wore a cold smile on his face and began to advance step by step, the bell in his hand ringing slowly.
In his other hand, the statue seed to glow intensely. The purple flas, which had seed so terrifying at first, were now blown away one after another like fragile soap bubbles. They didn’t even have the power to fight or resist.
When the golem was less than five ters away from Muham, the flas were blown away even more sharply, and they completely disappeared from the stage. Muham’s face contorted, as if trying to summon more, but nothing ca out.
"W... W... What!!"
The entire audience was stunned. mbers of the continent, even the Djinn himself, stood up from their seats with incredulous expressions, as if they had seen a ghost.
"This... This can’t be possible!"
Muham’s wild laughter, along with the scornful arrogance on his face, disappeared completely. What replaced it was a twisted and furious expression.
That power had been easily controlled, as if the golem was rely walking and waving his hands. What he had extinguished was not just the flas, but above all, his pride and dignity.
Soon after, Muham composed himself. A wicked smile reappeared on his face, but this ti, the smile was sowhat stiff and hard to maintain.
"Great, great... now things are much more satisfying. I’ll take care of you with everything now. That was just the fla of this diocre bloodline I have. It’s fun to use against ants, but it’s nothing more than sothing simple."
After these words, the Djinn and everyone from the continent narrowed their eyes, visibly annoyed. He was spitting in the dish he ate from and on their pride. However, no one dared to complain.
Muham’s eyes glead, and suddenly, his body radiated an intense golden light. Sacred power? For him, it was heroic power.
Unlike everyone there who used only the surface of this power, he was a hero and carried the queen’s mark in his soul. He could truly use it to its fullest.
Suddenly, golden flas began to appear. Everyone widened their eyes; that was the purest and most supre sacred power they had ever seen. He raised his saber high with both hands and roared fiercely. Instantly, a pillar of golden fire exploded from his body.
"Try this! Hahaha!"
His roar and laughter were particularly fierce. He already possessed much greater heroic power than his past peak when he was still a hero. Now, he was just having fun in this tournant while preparing to break through the immortal realms.
With the slash, the golden flas rged with the saber, and the strike advanced. The heat and power from it made the entire stage begin to lt. All the young people in the audience felt their bodies start to burn, as if they were inside an oven. The six immortals quickly intervened to protect the audience.
Everyone stared at the golem, waiting for the impact, but...
"I’m losing my patience. Anyway, looks like that was all." The golem spoke flatly, then moved the statue directly against the saber.
*BOOM!!*
A storm of flas exploded in the air. With a deafening sound, the golden flas were swept across the sky.
Everyone was stunned. The golem’s strike, without any flourish, was actually incomparably powerful and fierce. Muham seed to have struck a steel wall, and his saber cracked and ricocheted. The saber was crushed, falling away, while the golden flas quickly dissipated.
Everyone held their breath. Then, they saw that the golem’s hand had suddenly released the statue. The small rock floated, pulsing, and his hand moved swiftly, grabbing towards Muham’s neck.
In an instant, everyone was stunned. That unbelievable figure now seed like a chicken with its neck held tight.
The golem was much taller than him, floating in the air, while Muham’s legs dangled, desperately trying to break free in a nearly comical way, but no one dared to laugh. It was an unprecedented humiliation.
"How dare you!!"
He roared, and the temperature beca even more unbearably high as the furious golden flas erupted once again. But... they extinguished like a candle being blown out, in a second. Muham imdiately paled and tried to use all his strength, but soon realized that all his heroic power and cultivation had been sealed.
The scene beca frozen at that mont, and the golem stared at him with a cold gaze.
At this mont, everyone saw Muham’s face turn pale, and he lost complete control over his body. Quickly, black lines flowed across his skin, twisting and writhing painfully like a poisonous snake.
Everyone realized that Muham was struggling internally, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape the golem’s grasp and domain.
It wasn’t clear when exactly, but everyone in the arena stood up. The look in each person’s eyes was one of astonishnt, and silence took over the place, as if the sound of this world had been completely sucked away.
At that mont, the golem smiled wickedly. Then, the handbell in his other hand moved. In his current state, Muham had no power to resist.
The golem murmured slowly: "Let’s see if you’re as good at enduring as you make it seem."
*Ding! Bing!*
With the sound of the bell, suddenly, everyone saw Muham’s eyes bulge. The black lines on his skin moved and twisted. The gold in his eye sockets shifted to red, then to black. His whole body began to bleed from every pore, but the blood was black.
"This is boring, isn’t it?"
The golem spoke calmly. The next second, everyone in the arena trembled as the slightest control over Muham’s body was restored. Imdiately, he roared, but his voice was guttural and painful, as if he were experiencing sothing indescribable.
His screams echoed in the silence of the stands. The golem clenched his fist, and the sound of bones slowly cracking echoed. The figure scread and contorted in front of everyone.
It took a few seconds, with everyone in shock, then a wave of power erupted in the stands...
"I’ll kill you!!"
Suddenly, the Djinn snapped out of his stupor and attacked the center of the stage. The terrible humiliation and sha didn’t only affect Muham, but also him and everyone from the continent.
His anger exploded like a volcano eruption... He could only vent his hatred by killing, no longer caring about anything.
It was extrely fast, and no one believed he would do it. The other five immortals didn’t have ti to react. The Djinn assud his true form, appearing as a giant humanoid purple figure. Like an eagle’s talon, his right hand reached for the golem’s head.
He couldn’t use a large attack, or it would cause massive destruction and death among the people in the stands. He attacked physically, aiming to hit only the target. In this case, he would be punished lightly later, and everything would be fine.
As the talon approached, a supre pressure made everyone in the arena feel as though they were being enveloped by a firmant. That pressure was tyrannical and limitless, forget the possibility of dodging it; even those at a distance couldn’t move a single finger. Only an immortal could have the slightest chance of reacting...
The Tarrasque and the Caipora were a step behind, trying to react, but the attack was already too close. It was a strike powerful enough to send any regular cultivator to their death.
But... the golem simply turned indifferently, as if nothing was happening. He looked in the Djinn’s direction and gave a slight laugh. "Really pathetic."
He moved the hand holding the bell. Then, the sound resonated once more.
At that mont, everyone in the arena felt as if their souls had left their bodies, before the sight they witnessed.
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