Boom!
The roaring bellow sent tangible soundwaves surging outward, visible to the naked eye. They swept across the land, peeling up a layer of earth as dust scattered through the air. The thousand-zhang Qi Blood Great Wall swayed for an instant like smoke rising from village chimneys.
The soldiers attacking the city toppled to the ground as though rolling balls, temporarily deafened.
Clothes flapped wildly.
Thirty percent of the army banners snapped.
Sand and gravel scraped across his face. Liang Qu felt terrible in his chest, as if he had choked fiercely for no reason while eating, a swell of gas rising from his stomach into his windpipe and lodging there, unable to go up or down.
A Martial Saint!
The Young Dragon Martial Saint!
A pillar of the nation!
The Northern Court Wolf Lord!
It would have been one thing if he had never operated in the north before, but now that he had come to attack the city, the Martial Saint most deserving of attention naturally had to be as famous as thunder in one's ears.
Shuo Fang Platform had Eight Beasts and Twelve Wolves. Among the Eight Beasts was a Wolf King; with the Wolf King leading the Twelve Wolves, they could rival more than twice their number. And the Northern Court Wolf Lord was precisely the master of the Eight Beasts' Wolf King! The Twelve Wolves' combined battle method had likewise been the Wolf Lord's handiwork!
The title of Twelve Wolves had existed for centuries. The Wolf Lord had countless ties to Shuo Fang Platform!
He was practically no different from a commanding general stationed there!
As for the one standing upon the heavens to the south, there was even less need to say anything.
The Dragon Elephant Martial Saint!
The Northwest King!
Suppressing his dizziness,