72. Core Disciple, The Crimson Blood Sect's Pursuit

The silence in the martial arena was a living thing, thick with astonishment and disbelief. Lucian Lawes stood alone on the stone platform, his breathing ragged but his stance unwavering. The scorched, cracked earth around him was a testament to the terrifying power he had just unleashed. The image of the blazing demonic sun was burned into the retinas of every spectator. Elder Sun, his face a mask of profound shock that slowly melted into deep appreciation, was the first to find his voice....