"Humph!" In the darkness, an old voice rang out. It sounded like thunder as it appeared in everyone's ears.
An old man wearing a green robe made of simple cloth that cost dozens of copper coins each. There were no embellishments on his clothes. He appeared in the center of the battlefield with his hands behind his back. He looked at the huge soul sword that was slashing over and said calmly,"This is the capital, not a foreign land! In this place, if you were a dragon, you had to coil up. If you were a tiger, you had to lie down. Even if a god or devil descended, they had to behave themselves."
He twisted his hands together and boundless soul power burst out. He used the Underworld King Realm Plate. Under his control, it condensed into a giant millstone. Green light appeared and spun crazily, bringing with it a terrifying killing force. Just the aura it emitted could destroy everything. He waved his hand and the millstone swept out, clashing with the giant soul sword.
