Black-Robed Tyranny

The voice rose from low and deep to lofty and resounding, booming across the eight desolations. The ten-thousand-mile snowfield rumbled, and amid the quaking earth and shaking mountains, hurricanes rose one after another, linking heaven and earth like giant dragons filling the sky.

The two young disciples of Divine Fist Dao retreated again and again in horror, eventually collapsing onto the snow-covered steps. Faced with this apocalyptic scene, they could not utter a single word.

The two monks stood calmly beneath the mountain gate of Divine Fist Dao, waiting in silence.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

At the same moment their words fell, streams of overbearing, majestic blood energy howled down from the nine heavens like an inverted celestial river, like a hanging Milky Way, enveloping the entire mountain gate of Divine Fist Dao. The sky for countless miles turned crimson, and the endless snow instantly vaporized, rising to shroud all of Changping County in blazing white mist!

The moment he appeared, heaven and earth changed. In an instant, the bitter midwinter of the twelfth lunar month seemed to become scorching midsummer!

An immense, irresistible aura soared into the heavens. In but an instant, it enveloped the entire True Realm. An incomparably tyrannical will shot into the sky, terrifying beyond measure!

"You... wanted to see me?"

Amid that indifferent, calm voice, Gu Shaoshang, clad in black robes and exuding a frigid aura, strolled down from the peak of Divine Fist Dao, walking along steps like a silver dragon.

"We had no choice but to come!"

Ran Deng and Maitreya's expressions shifted slightly. Pressing their palms together, they chanted a Buddhist invocation.

Ran Deng sighed inwardly.

He had been born at the Legendary realm and had easily attained the consummate Fortune realm. The Glass Immortal Lamp of Spirit Vulture Mountain had awed the