The brass foil scrolls crumbled into a vortex of blazing bright golden dust.
Three thousand two hundred units of Malice blew up within the core of the Asura Crucible.
It didn’t release a gaseous explosion.
It released a blinding spirit current that surged directly through the nerve clusters of Lu Chen’s palms.
The ancient Buddhist-Martial formulas dissolved into pure moving data, racing upward through his outward arteries and slamming into the Five-Viscera Blood Cauldron.
THUMP.
Lu Chen’s chest heaved.
His heart tightened with the high-pressure violence of a steam hammer.
