Suppressed!
Silence!
The more silent it became, the more oppressive the atmosphere grew.
Li Mu Yang pressed forward without hesitation.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Inside Wuyou Palace, apart from the sound of Li Mu Yang's footsteps landing one by one on the stone slabs, not a single other sound could be heard.
The pressure grew bit by bit, while the killing intent congealed strand by strand.
Li Mu Yang advanced alone at the front, yet he moved with the imposing grandeur of a vast army.
With every step Li Mu Yang took, those people retreated one step.
Their teeth were clenched, their clothes drenched through. Some even nearly fell to the ground because they retreated too quickly.
They felt grief and indignation, humiliation. The mighty human race, a race that had stood in Divine Land for countless years without ever falling, how could it be forced into such a state by a vile dragon?
It wasn't that no one had thought of fighting back. Wang Daochong was one of those who wanted to seize the chance to kill in retaliation.
That scene just now had been far too humiliating, far too disgraceful.
He had to regain his confidence. He had to restore honor to his sect.
If he couldn't strike at the vile dragon today, he feared that Inner Demons would invade his body, making it difficult for his cultivation realm to advance even an inch in the future.
This vile dragon had already implanted "fear" deep within the minds of these cultivators.
Wang Daochong's heart pounded faster, his blood surged, and the hand gripping his sword hilt was soaked with sweat.
He finally mustered his courage, then abruptly drew his sword and slashed it toward Li Mu Yang.
Shing!
Ten thousand peach blossoms bloomed.
Wang Daochong's charging body halted in