Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chen Ming ascended the platform clad in a dragon robe.
Though he was only eleven years old, the fluctuations of Soul Power around him, combined with the aura naturally emanating from him, inspired involuntary awe.
Seeing that Chen Ming was merely an eleven-year-old boy, many of the Soul Masters present revealed strange expressions.
That imperial bearing was certainly imposing, but the Reincarnation Saint Child was only eleven?
"Brother, it's him!"
Ye Ying's eyes widened as she stared at the figure atop the platform. That figure overlapped with the one who had once driven back a thirty-thousand-year Vajra Ape through sheer presence alone.
Even Ye Xiao's cold expression twitched a few times.
A teenage boy, powerful Soul Power fluctuations.
And that aura of submission he inspired without effort.
Shanhai of the Vajra Gate watched Chen Ming on the platform with a grave expression and took a deep breath.
At the Heavenly Saint Sect's preparation area, Holy Angel Ye Guyi's gaze trembled.
Her perception was even clearer.
That was not the bearing of an emperor, but the aura of a god!
She did not know the difference between the aura of a god and that of an emperor, nor could she distinguish them, but after feeling the pressure of that divine aura, her trembling was far more pronounced than anyone else's.
Her martial soul was quivering.
Chen Ming slowly stepped onto the platform. His Spiritual Power merged with heaven and earth, and in the eyes of those below, he instantly seemed incomparably towering. The aura fused with the force of heaven and earth was so oppressive that no one could lift their heads; they instinctively lowered them in submission.
"Hm?"
Chen Ming looked toward the three great sects. A few people there were holding themselves