Giving his sons the brightest smile imbued with the greatest of confidence, he turned to the three Chosen Knights with their Worldly Domains erected to defend against his Sky Pressure. They were the only ones capable of mustering any kind of resistance. It was quite admirable.
This was the difference between his Young Master and these old geezers. Even after their shamelessness, they still couldn't match his casual efforts by proxy. How useless.
Du Ling lifted his hand in the air, a mass of magma force birthed above his palm. Then, like an expanding Solar Star, it grew to rival his Soul Idol in size! A sweltering heat ravaged the world!
It was like a ball of the hottest lava, and it dripped downwards throughout the stage, and most Chosen Knights were baffled as their bodies were covered by a foreign power and shifted away, sent out of the stage simply due to being near the dripping wads of magma.
The heat was enough to roast them alive!