From v5c44: Will of the Weak
"Through the strength of one's arm, and the sweat of one's brow, can the mightiest and most ancient beings be brought low," came a whisper, in two layered voices as it carried on the wind.
"It matters not their power, nor their age; with my axe, do I bring down the old giants—and prepare the way for new growth."
The man stood before Rong, his hand raised, like a child might imitate a blade. The edge of his hand cracked and flaked. Huian saw double. In one eye, the man simply stood there, but in Rong's vision, glowing antlers were set upon his brow, and a mantle of woven rice fluttered in the breeze.
The hand descended.
[Fell The Trees]
Tianlan and Jin vs Rong, the Demonic Bodhisattva
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