Xiang Banshan curiously sized up Bai Zichen, his aura surging, transforming from a low hill into a towering mountain peak.
"Even if you're as strong as Ge Cang, you're still light-years away from challenging me… Ah, right. The Northern Domain has no Late-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators, so you probably don't even know what a Great True Monarch represents. How about this: ten breaths. Within ten breaths, I will shatter your limbs, imprison your Nascent Soul, and wait for Ge Cang to come begging for your life!"
The moment his voice fell, countless mountains materialized behind Xiang Banshan. A dim Divine Light flickered, and gravity fell out of balance for dozens of miles around.
A flock of wild geese happened to be flying overhead. Without a single cry, they plummeted straight down, crashing heavily onto the ground.
