Nothing could stand in his way!
Even Elder Baiyun, a Divine Roam Realm expert acknowledged by all the human races as the foremost master, had been defeated. Who could possibly stop Li Mu Yang from leaving?
Shock!
Suppression!
A deathly silence!
Black hair and crimson eyes, his face as flawless as jade.
His battle robe billowed in the wind, lending him an elegant, dashing air.
At this moment, Li Mu Yang was peerlessly handsome, as though a heavenly god had descended to the mortal world. Yet after enduring battle after battle, the expression on his face was cold and brutal. His eyes, seemingly boiling with a bloody mist, gave him a strange, sinister, and bewitchingly feminine aura.
Everyone shifted their gaze to Li Mu Yang, watching the White Robe Youth high in the sky.
"The tide has turned!"
That was everyone's judgment of him.
They had always thought he was a young dragon, a false dragon of impure blood and incomplete evolution.
As long as they reached out a hand, or exerted the slightest force, they could crush this evil dragon into scraps and stamp him into the mud.
Then they would possess the merit of slaying a dragon and win a reputation that would endure for ten thousand generations.
And that was exactly what they had done all along.
Thus, Li Mu Yang had endured far too many hardships and twists on his journey, along with wave after wave of bloody slaughter that left one unable to catch one's breath.
When he was still an ordinary youth, he had been attacked by Blood Crow, ranked among the top three assassins in the Shenzhou Assassin Rankings. On his path of study, he had also faced the challenge of Cui Zhaoyun, Chief Historian of the Supervision Department, whose sword had dazzled