"Is this really something humans can do?"
"Those two statues... They don't feel like ordinary sculptures..."
"They... They're all living creatures!"
"Speaking of which, that divine dragon looks a little familiar. Did he borrow it from the True God?"
"Although its presence is much stronger than before, and its body is far larger—just looking at it from a distance is enough to make people tremble in fear and have their hearts quail—its physical features are almost exactly the same as Zhao Guanlan's dragon. So he must have borrowed it."
"Gasp... He can even borrow something like that?! Wasn't Zhao Guanlan supposed to be an extremely stingy miser, a Pixiu that only took and never gave...? Ahem! Sorry, I misspoke."
"The Prophet's diplomatic skills had already been off the charts from the moment he debuted. You still haven't gotten used to it?"
"No matter how many times something like this happens, I still can't help sighing in amazement, right?"
Su Qiangwei had mingled into the crowd, originally planning to liven up the atmosphere. But the moment she said, "This person is terrifying indeed. He absolutely cannot be allowed to live," all the noisy voices around her instantly vanished.
The atmosphere fell dead.
"Tsk, what a bunch of bores."
Su Qiangwei curled her lips and stopped causing trouble.
Only then did everyone continue their earlier discussion.
As they observed the Paradise of the Strong, everyone let out exclamations of surprise.
The extraordinary individuals present were, in fact, all fairly experienced and knowledgeable.
But this Paradise of the Strong...
Its area was simply far, far too vast!
It was practically impossible to see its end!
Unless they flew high into the air and looked down from above, there was no way they could glimpse its full appearance.
One had to understand...
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