The moment those words were spoken, every major region across the globe fell silent for a moment, followed by an uproar.
"Dawn?"
"I know that one. It's an incredibly powerful organization in Shicheng. I never expected their boss to be humanity's strongest!"
"Humanity's strongest? This is insane! Is he declaring war on the Land of Filth and Mishar?"
"Damn, I think I've heard the name Jiang Yang before."
"Why not say he's your ex-boyfriend while you're at it?"
"How did you know?"
Every major region was in an uproar. At that instant, Jiang Yang raised his head as countless streaks of golden light merged into his body.
Racial Destiny was gathering.
Jiang Yang looked at the Misaar people who had pulled away from him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. "When you invaded Earth, did you ever think you would die here?"
"You've gained quite a few benefits on Earth, haven't you? Returns and risks are directly proportional, you know?"
An enormous black scythe appeared behind Jiang Yang. It was the tangible manifestation of the Death Law. With a casual wave of his hand, the black scythe instantly flew toward the many Level Sevens, carrying an unparalleled aura of death as it engulfed a large number of them.
The instant the scythe swept past, more than thirty Level Sevens plummeted from the sky. Their bodies began to rot in midair, and by the time they hit the ground, they had become piles of white bones.
"Misaar people? Too weak!"
Jiang Yang shook his head. The golden-red ring formed by the Dragon Totem merged into his body, and in that instant, he shot forward like a cannonball.
With a global livestream going on, Jiang Yang needed to put on a show. Using the Death Law to wipe them all