On either side of the throne stood several people.
They were Yang Dingtian and the three Divine King Ancestors of the Lu Lineage.
The four of them were like mighty door gods.
They radiated a heart-stirring pressure that cowed everyone present.
Below the elevated platform, hundreds of tables and chairs had been arranged in dense rows.
At this moment, every table and chair was already occupied.
Each person was an overlord of a major force, someone whose stomp could make an entire region tremble three times.
Yet today, they were all like obedient subordinates, sitting ramrod straight and not daring even to breathe too loudly.
They were all waiting—waiting for the man who was about to decide their fates to appear.
It was a quarter past noon, and the auspicious hour had arrived. As a melodious bell rang out,
a young man in a black-and-gold dragon robe, with handsome features and an extraordinary bearing,
slowly walked out of the main hall, surrounded by Lu Tian, Lu Xue, and the others.
It was Yang Lingtian!
The instant he appeared, he attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone curiously and reverently sized up this legendary man.
They wanted to see just what extraordinary abilities this young man possessed—he had overturned the entire structure of the Southern Suburban Region in barely half a month through thunderous methods.
However, what disappointed them was that
there was not the slightest fluctuation of energy from Yang Lingtian. His aura was restrained to the extreme.
He looked just like an utterly ordinary mortal.
Yet this seemingly ordinary young man
made every Divine Lord and Divine King present feel oppression and trembling from the depths of their souls.
It was an absolute crushing of life levels!
It was as if they were not facing a person, but a vast, boundless starry