A Stroke of the Brush to Punish Enemies, Unbelievable

"You lot truly haven't offended me, but I am very curious about you."

That vast voice rang out again, its tone carrying an indescribable forcefulness. That condescending attitude brought Blood Prison Great Sage, Fang Xuan, and the others immense pressure.

The mysterious beast-shadows within the Yellow Heaven's golden rain were still circling, and waves of distant shouting came from inside it, as if millions of people—

Blood Prison Great Sage had just been about to speak, but when he saw Gu An raise his head, he immediately shut his mouth and no longer responded.

The others also looked toward Gu An, waiting for the great battle to come.

Zui tilted his head, his gaze fixed on the towering figure in the distance, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Compared with the coming battle, he was even more curious what realm the other party's cultivation was in.

"Everyone of Ascending Yellow Heaven, while the fight hasn't started yet, hurry up and withdraw. Cultivating through a thousand lives and ten thousand ages is no easy thing—don't let the Dao you achieved in one morning turn to emptiness."

Gu An's voice rang out. Though it did not possess the same overwhelming momentum as that towering figure's, it was clear, allowing everyone to hear it distinctly.

The instant these words came out, all the shouting within the Yellow Heaven's golden rain vanished.

The entire void fell into silence at once.

That towering figure lowered his head and looked down at Gu An, seeming surprised by Gu An's words. He had not expected anyone to dare speak to him like this.

"Do you know my title?" the vast voice rang out, its tone mocking.

Gu An chuckled and said, "What, fellow Daoist? Are you planning to announce your realm and put pressure on me?"

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