The scarred elder drew a poisoned blade and lunged directly at Zhan Bai's throat.
However, Zhan Bai simply planted his boots against the floor and twisted his hips.
A bright manifestation of a golden tiger materialized around his massive fists. He delivered a crushing forward punch that shattered the elder's blade into metallic shards and sent the man flying backward into the crystal throne.
The other elders surged forward in unison, unleashing waves of toxic purple qi.
Zhan Bai crossed his muscular arms over his chest to defend himself. His skin instantly hardened into a metallic gray hue, activating the Iron Bear Physique. The dark spells splashed harmlessly against his reinforced body, failing to leave a single scratch on his flesh.
'This cramped sanctum restricts my movements entirely,' Zhan Bai calculated, glancing at the narrow walls. 'I need a proper clearing to stretch my legs.'
