Crack!
A faint breaking sound rose.
Godric‘s hand moved in a flash. Without a single wasth motion, he slammed his palm down on the armrest of his seat.
That armrest had been forged from ten-thousand-year dark iron mixed with divine metal. It was hard beyond reason. Even a full-force strike from ordinary High Immortal cultivators would have had trouble leaving a mark on it. But under that blow, heavy with everything he was holding back, it burst into a cloud of powder and sifted down.
Boom!
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