Aksai listened to the lady sect elder's words with an amused smile on his face, as if she had just told a funny story.
But then, without warning, his smile vanished.
He narrowed his eyes on her.
His black pupils glowed, turning an eerie, haunting shade of green.
"Do it," he said, his voice suddenly cold like the edge of a blade. "Use that artifact. Let me see if the Iron Mountain Sect is really worthy of my enmity, or if it's just a sect made of loudmouthed dogs who can only bark but not bite."
As he spoke, his presence changed.
His Spirit essence poured out, heavy and overwhelming. The vines hanging from the wood-element dome twisted violently. They grew thick and wild, sprouting massive thorns that curled like claws.
The whole battlefield tensed as if nature itself had turned hostile.
