"Quasi-Emperor? Great Emperor?"
Fang Chen was stunned by Fire Glazed Saint's words. At present, no faction in the entire Human Race had announced that it possessed a Quasi-Emperor. He knew that if anyone among them broke through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm, they would never keep it under wraps. These were extraordinary times. The moment they made their cultivation public, countless factions would seek to befriend the one they belonged to.
That Quasi-Emperor could also seize the chance to gather a great many supporters and prepare for the coming Great Calamity.
So, as Fang Chen saw it, the Human Race probably had no Quasi-Emperor yet.
And yet they had just seen a legendary Desolate Dragon—an exceedingly rare creature.
Fang Chen noticed the gravity in Fire Glazed Saint's expression. After all, they had only just arrived in the Sacred Land and had already encountered a legendary Desolate Dragon. None of them knew whether that was good fortune or bad.
The Glazed Sword Sect cultivators, who had been excited all along, fell silent at the sight of the Desolate Dragon. They had heard Fang Chen and Fire Glazed Saint's conversation and knew what it meant to reach the level of a Quasi-Emperor or a Great Emperor.
If that Desolate Dragon had turned around to attack them, a single breath of Dragon Breath would likely have wiped them all out. Even if it possessed only the strength of a Quasi-Emperor, destroying them would have been as easy as turning its claw.
Until then, the Glazed Sword Sect cultivators had believed that, with Fire Glazed Saint and Fang Chen leading them, the two could handle whatever they encountered. They had been excited and felt no sense of danger.
Even though Fire Glazed Saint and the others had warned everyone before setting out, and again along