The ancestral grounds of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
On both sides of the great hall, elite disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan stood with spears in hand. Their Soul Power fluctuations were linked together, and the faint sound of thunder echoed through the air.
Yu Yuanzhen stood to one side of the hall, looking at the empty sect master's throne with a calm expression.
He had already passed the position of sect master to his eldest son, Yu Xiaoheng.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was no longer one of the Upper Three Sects that needed to endure in silence.
They were now the sole rulers of this continent.
Representatives from the major factions stood in the center of the hall.
Ning Zhenyuan, sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, stood at the very front.
He wore a white scholar's robe, his face pale.
Behind him stood the sect masters of the Lower Four Sects, as well as royal envoys from the two great empires.
The powerful figures who usually stood above all others now kept their heads lowered, scarcely daring to breathe.
They were all waiting for Yu Xiaoheng to appear.
The man who had made the entire God Realm wary through his strength alone.
"The sect master has arrived!"
Following the resounding announcement, heavy footsteps rang out from the rear of the great hall.
Yu Xiaoheng emerged at an unhurried pace. He wore a purple-gold robe embroidered with nine True Dragons in golden thread.
With every step he took, the Soul Power around him let out a deep dragon's roar.
The pressure of a level ninety Titled Douluo spread outward. He had not deliberately released it, yet the aura of superiority belonging to the Purple-Gold Dragon God Martial Soul made everyone present's