The young man was looking at the sea.
The sea of clouds,
He was very focused and serious.
The fierce mountain wind blew, but it didn't even dare to get close to his clothes.
The blazing sunlight fell, but it seemed to be far from his body.
That was a person who had been stripped away from the world.
He looked again.
That youth was still in this world, closer to it than anyone else.
Sakra's expression suddenly became even more arrogant, but a look of respect also appeared. However, at the same time, he frowned. Hearing the muttering behind him, he snorted coldly.
Then, he slowly spat out two words,
"Leave."
The martial artists behind him were stunned.
"Am I not clear?"
The martial artists were filled with question marks.
Sakra was like an emperor, pausing after each word as he slowly said, ""Get lost."
