The tension in the air was palpable. Only those eyes that refused to move away confirmed the uneasiness in his heart.
Clang!
As the spear tip penetrated the roaring flames, the once arm-thick white tiger spear expanded, its spearhead now spanning a colossal one hundred feet. The inferno reshaped it into a massive weapon. Surrounding it, the atmosphere crackled with energy, waves of flames dancing along the spear's length.
The air twisted as the earth beneath fragmented further. The ground, scored deeply by the white tiger spear, fractured, becoming increasingly unstable.
Yet, in the face of such an attack, Qin Huai stood unwavering, using just a single finger to parry the combined assault of the seven ancient kings. His unflappable demeanor, those deep black eyes, radiated an aura of menace that set the king's pulse racing.