Chapter 921: Heavenly King
The war drums thundered.
Heavenly might shook the heavens.
Baleful Intent turned the earth into a prison.
Before the Training Ground.
Seated behind a white jade cloud table, the middle-aged man held a wine goblet that calmly cradled blood-red wine.
His features were upright, handsome and dashing. Age had not added bitterness to him; instead, it had made him increasingly steady, bestowing upon him the charm carved by the passing years.
Like an immortal king of imposing bearing, stepping into his thirties and looking down from the heavens upon his own realm.
Calm and confident.
Even though threads of crimson seeped through the white silk over his abdomen, it did not diminish his boldness or ease in the slightest.
At a glance, anyone could tell that this man was absolutely a peerless overlord.
If young people saw him, they might already worship him in their hearts and wish to follow at his side. If women saw him, they would likely throw themselves into his arms, longing to taste the grandeur of this man in the mortal world.
He drank like a great wandering hero, swallowing deeply, yet when the goblet tipped, not a single drop spilled.
He cherished what was in his cup like a man parched for days in the desert, even if the fine wine within was not particularly good—perhaps it was merely an ordinary cup of water.
The two savage beasts fought until heaven and earth went dark.
Blood splashed down at his feet. His brow creased slightly, not because the bloody glow had dirtied his robes, but because he found the battle between these two savage beasts truly ugly to watch.
The heavily struck savage beast fell at his feet.
The victorious beast roared in fury.
Its mountain-ridge-like body suddenly lunged forward.