On Celestial Dragon Mountain, the world shook with the force of a landslide and a tsunami.
Song Ciwan posed her question, then paused for a moment.
'Xiaoliao, who exactly are you?'
Before Xiaoliao could respond, Song Ciwan continued, "No matter who you are, you're definitely not Xiaoliao. If I'm not mistaken... then you must be the Mountain God. No, or rather, you're the Evil Spirit that usurped the Mountain God's position!"
"You're an Evil Spirit!"
Song Ciwan repeated those four words, and they struck with the force of a thousand thunderbolts falling from the sky.
"You're an Evil Spirit!"
"You're an Evil Spirit..."
Each cry, each sentence, unleashed rolling thunder that came crashing down. RUMBLE! It threatened to split the dark night into day!
When "Xiaoliao" had questioned Song Ciwan, his voice shook the heavens and filled the air with rolling waves of fury. His power had been utterly terrifying.
