The illusory figures of a dragon and phoenix circled above the Demon City. The demons in the city all looked up, unable to help recalling the battle between the ruler and the ancient ancestor of the Phoenix Clan when the nation had first been founded.
Though it could not compare to that scene, it still ranked among the finest displays by Tribulation Transcendence cultivators. It was the perfect finale for the Spiritual Chef Contest.
A broad golden road stretched from the imperial palace all the way to the Spiritual Chef Contest venue.
Eight blood-red dragon steeds raced along the golden road, their neighs announcing Zhu Tian's arrival.
But the carriage they pulled bore not Zhu Tian himself, but an imperial edict.
The edict unfurled above the contest, pressing down on the firmament and sealing the heavens. Zhu Tian's phantom appeared, suppressing the illusory dragon and phoenix.
The phantom of Zhu Tian raised a hand, urging them to stop fighting. "You two, that's enough."
His deep voice echoed through every corner of the Demon City. The city's inhabitants cried out for their ruler, their voices like a tsunami surging in wave after wave. Even Lu Yang could feel the tremendous sound waves!
"Your Majesty." Seeing that it was an imperial edict, Jin Tan quickly bowed.
The edict represented Zhu Tian's personal presence. It was only right to show respect.
"Greetings, Lord Zhu." Daoist Mingyuan withdrew his hand. This was Zhu Tian's territory; he had to observe proper etiquette.
Only a phantom, only five words—and two Tribulation Transcendence cultivators had withdrawn, not daring to harbor the slightest covetous thought. Such was the weight of Zhu Tian's authority!
"We haven't fought in a long time and forgot our manners. Please punish us, Lord Zhu." Daoist Mingyuan cupped his hands and bowed.
Zhu Tian