Clash of the Heavens

The constant thunder beat the moutain like drums. The storm only grew more chaotic as the silence between these two sides continued.

"A deranged animal..." 

Dai Mian repeated these words slowly, taking his time with each one. 

"If that is the case, so be it. Come, I doubt you are here to just stand!"

He ripped off his cloak, revealing what was underneath, a jet black hanfu wrapped with a white sash. It was a simple design but one that fit him well. 

As he did this, the energy he put out strengthened and turned into a black color. But it was more than that, it resembled darkness, the kind that you find from looking into the depths of an endless pit. Wisps of crimson flowed from this dark energy. The feeling of death and despair seeped into the Grand Elder's domain, corroding and corrupting. 

"Let's see just how powerful you've become, Huang Bo."