Yang An's voice was not loud, but in such a deathly silent environment, it sounded like a clap of thunder.
He vaguely saw Fate Crane and the Workshop Master's bodies both pause slightly, like machines that had jammed, before quickly resuming their movements as if nothing had happened.
"Disciple, what nonsense are you spouting? Playing mad and acting foolish is useless against your master. Hand it over obediently."
Fate Crane gave a gloomy smile and raised his hand, striking directly at the Workshop Master.
Although the Workshop Master could draw upon Miao Ye's Lesser Heavenly Dao power, making his strength unfathomable—
When that palm reached him, the Workshop Master was instantly struck by a tremendous force and blasted away.
Within this space that had become pure and flawless, filled with light, he crashed against an invisible wall, and even space began to cave in.
Beneath the Workshop Master's white mask, covered in cracks, crimson blood flowed down.
As though he had merely done something trivial, Fate Crane lifted his foot and walked toward Yang An step by step. Everything that had just happened seemed like child's play; from beginning to end, he had never regarded the Workshop Master as an opponent.
Faced with Fate Crane's relentless advance, Yang An did not move. The confusion on his face only deepened.
"Is there anyone stronger than you in the Origin World, Master?"
he asked.
Fate Crane smiled.
"Unfortunately, no."
Those were all clouds of the past, fleeting in an instant. Everyone stronger than him had been buried in the history of the Origin World's collapse.
He was not the strongest throughout all ages, but he was the strongest now.
Fate Crane did not seem anxious to take the Earth Celestial Method Stele from Yang An. He moved slowly, as though taking a