This was a proclamation to the world—and a provocation to the world.
In every corner of the Soaring Dragon Continent, hundreds of millions raised their heads and gazed at the red divine dragon in the sky, each reacting differently.
Some were shocked, some afraid, and some furious.
"Fan Lang has gone too far! Just because he is powerful, he wants to dominate the world and make everyone submit? Our country has existed independently for centuries. Why should we submit to him?"
"Fan Lang harmed the Heavenly Dao, waged wars east and west, and brought countless flames of war. He is simply the greatest sinner in the world!"
"Fan Lang! So what if you are powerful? Our Fierce Tiger Clan would rather die than surrender! Don't think everyone in this world is spineless. Our Fierce Tiger Clan fears neither life nor death!"
Resisters across the continent spoke out, openly opposing Fan Lang. Every one of their words was heard by the Divine Dragon Avatar.
The Divine Dragon Avatar could not only observe the entire continent, but also listen to everyone's voices.
Like all rivers run into the sea, those voices converged into a torrent of sound that entered Fan Lang's ears, where countless Thought Stars sorted and processed them with perfect clarity.
He had just declared that those who followed him would prosper, while those who defied him would perish. Those were not empty words.
Only death and bloodshed could conquer the world. Before an unprecedented empire could be founded, countless people were destined to die.
The cruel doomsday was the prelude to a peaceful golden age. That prelude was crimson with blood. When the golden age truly arrived, how many would remember the thick blood that had stained the curtain red?
Without the resolve to bring about the end of