The heavy, suffocating silence inside the iron burial chamber was entirely broken by the steady, unhurried sound of heavy boots stepping across the rusted metal floorboards.
Wang Jian moved forward. He stepped entirely past the voluptuous, azure-clad form of Mu Lianhua. The master alchemist immediately lowered her head, stepping backward to stand beside the other beautiful, trembling women. She kept her eyes fixed firmly on the ground, her large breasts heaving against her tight silk robes.
Wang Jian walked toward the center of the ruined, molten room. He did not adopt a defensive stance. He let his arms hang loosely by his sides.
He dropped the harmless, terrified facade entirely.
The suppression placed upon his internal meridians vanished. The Steller Demonic Core resting deep within his dantian spun with a violent, aggressive velocity. The terrifying, abyssal density of his true cultivation base exploded outward.
