The bronze seal in Chu Jue’s hand didn’t reflect the violet light of the gathering storm clouds. It absorbed it.
Standing on the crest of the collapsed rubble pile, the Grand Judge raised the Imperial Lineage Seal high above his head with both hands.
The coiled golden dragons carved into the bronze face came alive, writhing in liquid gold as Chu Jue channeled fifty percent of his leftover natal Golden Core energy directly into the ancient object’s carrier core.
A high-hum carrier wave—four hundred and thirty-two megahertz of pure royal power—blasted outward from the bronze disc.
“By the Grand Yan Mandate!” Chu Jue roared, his voice trembling with frantic, fanatical fury. “By the blood of the Founding Sovereign! Kneel, dog! Yield your dantian to the Crown, or be torn apart by your own root!”
The carrier pulse struck Lin Ke like an invisible freight train.
In a traditional fighter, the result would have been instant and total. The embedded royal listener daemon in their foundation would have received the office broadcast. He opened the dantian gates. Then it forced the liquid core into a destructive ringing spin, causing the fighter to collapse onto their knees vomiting their own melted spiritual organs.
