As Xu Zimei's voice fell, an extremely strong presence surged out from around him.
It was the presence of a Divine King.
The pinnacle that mortals could reach, the so-called supreme existence of the Eternal Ancient Continent.
Spiritual Energy roared along Changhe, and Blade Intent spanned thirty thousand li.
Step by step, Xu Zimei rose into the air, his Divine Might vast, silencing the entire firmament.
The pale purple robe fluttered in the wind as he stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair bound up in a hair clasp, some strands scattered behind him in disarray.
In this moment, the Holy Power brought by the four lizard Sages was nowhere to be found, as if the entire world had only Xu Zimei left.
The eyes of the crowd were involuntarily drawn to him.
Between heaven and earth, the winds swirled and clouds gathered, and Divine Might pressed down overwhelmingly.
The long sword hummed lightly as if expressing the joy within.
