Theron slashed, meeting the roaring dragon head-on. His Mana seemed to pour off his body, the image of a roaring lion forming behind his back in streaks of indigo and spots of radiant sky blue and deep, raging blacks.
It didn't look as though a human was meeting the wrath of the Heavens at all. It instead looked as though two wild beasts were clashing in the air.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
A wild grin spread across Theron's face. He was a man who had failed a Tribulation and still progressed in his cultivation nonetheless…
Why should he fear these Heavens? They didn't dictate a single thing.
His toes skidded across the air as though it was solid ground. He came to a stop, his body wrapped in wounds and burns after just a single clash. And yet his eyes, the brightest part of him, didn't dim in the slightest. If anything, they seemed to blaze all the more.
He charged, clashing with streaks of lightning again and again.
