The Nine-Headed Hydra's aura filled everyone with unparalleled terror, while the Purple Heavenly Dragon inspired awe and submission, as if it were an ancient Heavenly Venerate or Great Emperor incarnate, compelling profound respect and devout worship from the depths of their hearts.
With a series of pats, the surrounding people kneeled in unison, except for Ying Mengfan and the other women, none were exempted!
Zhou Heng stood proudly, like a Divine King on a royal tour, accepting the kneeling tributes of his subjects.
Ying Mengfan and the others gazed at him with misty eyes, yearning to throw themselves into his embrace and claim this godlike man as their own, basking in the envious gazes of others.
The purple flames dissipated, revealing Mao Yuheng's body. The Nine-Headed Hydra had been burnt to ash long ago. His face was ashen, and his pupils were greatly dilated. He looked at Zhou Heng, but his focus was gone, it was doubtful he could even see Zhou Heng.
