The towering mountain stood alone on an isolated island.
A Golden Light Avenue, forged from gold, stretched from the foot of the mountain all the way to the peak, where a cluster of glimmering, glass-like palaces stood, shining in golden light, dignified and grandiose, magnificently luxurious.
However, at this moment, the atmosphere on the mountain was tense and charged, a stark contrast to its usual ambiance, as countless people emerged from their rooms, looking at the Asian youth hovering in mid-air, expressions of anger on their faces.
"This guy is too much, how dare he come here to Mount Brahman to cause trouble – does he have a death wish?"
"The God Master is already furious, just wait and see!"
"He even dared to kill someone, the God Master won't let him off!"
"..."
At this moment, in the highest, most luxurious palace among the many, a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe sat cross-legged on a black lotus throne, his face surged with anger and murderous intent.
