Inside a house in a small village on the outskirts of the Forbidden City.
Mr. Song watched as his withered palm gradually regained its fullness, but his expression showed no sign of relief.
Farrell was still hiding in the corner, his mind completely engulfed in chaos.
Mr. Song struggled to speak. "This is... the enemy you were talking about?"
Farrell did not respond. His reaction was the best answer... Mr. Song immediately fell silent.
Suddenly, the front door opened. Wolfgang entered with a bag of food, his expression solemn. "Just now..."
Mr. Song said nothing. He merely raised a finger and pointed at the screen of the old television drama ahead.
Following his indication, Wolfgang looked over. "This is..."
The bag of food in his hand dropped to the floor. Even his breathing seemed to grow rapid, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
How did the people of this sub-world provoke this person into coming out directly and making such a high-profile appearance?
"...Looks like it's unnecessary."
The lights in the venue also returned, as if spring had suddenly come back to the land in the middle of winter. The heavy pressure that had coiled around everyone vanished in an instant, but the oppression in their hearts instead grew even heavier.
Before this, if anyone had said that someone could single-handedly grind the entire world into the dirt, who would have believed them? Even the eastern True Dragon, reputed to be the most powerful being on the planet, was merely the strongest individual.
The eastern True Dragon could indeed be incredibly powerful. She could even visit every household one by one... But if she could not win, she could still escape, right?
But this mysterious man?
He could not escape.
Even if he hid in the dust, he