The six thousand five hundred units of raw malice didn’t burn like wood.
They blew up like an unjacketed gunpowder magazine inside Lu Chen’s lower belly.
BOOOM.
A muffled blasting blast wave rippled out from his navel, cracking the air with the sharp report of a thunderclap.
The lodestone stone base groaned beneath his thighs.
The three Nether-Dao sky stone tablets resting before him began to shudder wildly.
The crimson flames of the Asura Crucible surged outward through his palms. Then, the sub-zero frost encrusting the tablets turned instantly to scalding steam.
Then, the ancient jade stone began to liquefy.
