An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

After dealing with the Hall of Gods’ elite fighters, Arion disappeared in a blur. When he reappeared, he was hovering above the forbidden ground of Sacred Wrym Summit.

The scene at the entrance to the forbidden ground was one of utter carnage. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, and rivers of blood flowed freely. All members of the Hall of Gods, including Hank, lay motionless on the ground.

Dustin and Willard, both covered in blood and exuding killing intent, had fought fiercely. After a long, grueling fight, they succeeded in defending the forbidden ground of Sacred Wrym Summit. They had thwarted the Hall of Gods’ plan to destroy the Dracan force.

At that instant, Dustin seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up. Through the mist and darkness, he pinpointed Arion’s figure hovering above. Arion smiled faintly and nodded at Dustin before disappearing again.

Crossing several mountains in mere seconds, Arion arrived above the Sacred Wrym Summit’s grand hall. Below, the disciples of Sacred Wrym Summit were still locked in fierce combat against the elite fighters of the Hall of Gods.

Despite their overwhelming numbers, the Hall of Gods had yet to breach their defenses. Kaden, the newly appointed sage, held the fort, while Oron led a charge alongside several other elite martial artists.

After observing for a brief moment, Arion quickly formed a hand seal and pointed downward.

A massive enchantment circle materialized, spanning over half a mile and covering the entire hall. It spun and pressed down with relentless force, crashing into the enemies below like a mountain falling from the sky.

The elite fighters of the Hall of Gods collapsed one after another. They writhed on the ground and were unable to move.

With a single strike, Arion took down nearly 90% of the enemy forces. The remaining survivors were swiftly overwhelmed by a counterattack from the disciples of Sacred Wrym Summit.

intense, with neither side gaining the upper hand. But

more than a joke. In the face of overwhelming power, every

trace. Yet, many Dragonmarsh martial artists

inside a tavern-Alloy of the Celestial

of Gods’ planned invasion. Instead of leaving, they chose

determined to succeed. They assumed that even if

not

the battle, Arion treated them like a cat

he finally took matters into his own hands, the battle turned into

emotions swirled as they processed what they had just witnessed. Arion’s

soft sigh. “I wasn’t sure before, but now it’s clear-Arion really

for, but it was unreachable-something that they could only dream of

of years, countless experts on the Legendary List had aspired to reach this level, yet only five had ever succeeded. Their existence

He was real, and the

terrestrial immortal…” Cyrus muttered, and his face clouded with despair. “It’s clear that ordinary people like us are

be arrogant and even challenged Arion. Though he lost, he hadn’t gained