Everyone was stunned.
They looked at Hong Chidao, whose body was gaunt and withered, yet whose bearing was as majestic as a heavenly god.
Their hearts and souls trembled.
No one spoke.
For a long while, silence hung over the scene.
Hong Chidao's expression was indifferent as he cast a sidelong glance at Xuan Yuan Haoran, who knelt before him. His fiery long hair stirred without wind, flames continuously spilling from his pupils. He seemed both sacred and demonic, profound as a dragon.
"Who am I? Someone like you is not worthy of knowing!"
"Burning the heavens and boiling the seas, extinguishing the gods with fire—the ancestor vanished for a billion years, and the world has long forgotten my legend. Yet now, a mere Great Emperor dares show me such disrespect!" Hong Chidao sighed softly.
Back then.
He had been the progenitor of all flames, controlling the firepower beneath heaven.
Let alone a Great Emperor.
Even gods had to lower their brows and bow their heads before him.
But what about now?!
He had merely raised a hand and suppressed a Great Emperor.
Yet everyone found it utterly unbelievable!
If he still possessed even one ten-thousandth of his former renown, who here would have been surprised?
Though he had not revealed his identity, in the endless years of the past, once he appeared and displayed the power to burn the heavens, who in this world would not have known him?
Everyone was dumbfounded. What did this red-haired Great Emperor mean?
He had casually suppressed a Great Emperor—was that somehow not shocking enough?
"Young Master, he is yours to deal with. Shall this ancestor kill him for you?" After sighing, Hong Chidao looked toward Xiao Chen and asked.
Given his temperament in those days, all of Dao Peak Mountain would already