The Marvelous Uses of National Fortune

As Bi Changsheng's aura spread outward, everyone at the scene instantly felt as though heavenly might had descended.

The people specifically targeted by Bi Changsheng, such as Yuan Hanhai, felt an even more intense tremor that seemed to come from their very souls.

While fear welled up in their hearts, they also began rapidly thinking about what was happening.

After unleashing his aura, Bi Changsheng stepped into the air and walked toward the sky above the central square, one step at a time.

"The Golden Sun Empire has forgotten its roots and turned against its own kind. Today, I have come to purge this sect's disgrace."

At the same time, Bi Changsheng's cold voice spread through the central square's every corner under the amplification of his magical power.

Everyone present turned their gaze toward Bi Changsheng in the sky.

The instant they saw Bi Changsheng's face clearly, confusion rose in their hearts, because he was utterly unfamiliar to them.

"Impossible. The Golden Sun Sect could not possibly have someone like you!"

Fear had thrown Bai Qizhi's mind into chaos, and he shouted the question at Bi Changsheng.

Although everyone present felt Bai Qizhi's move was truly unwise, they were also extremely interested in the matter. They pricked up their ears, wanting to hear how Bi Changsheng would answer.

"I am Qing Yang."

Bi Changsheng merely replied indifferently.

Many people were baffled by Bi Changsheng's identity, but after their initial confusion, Yuan Hanhai and the people from the Purple Cloud Empire quickly recalled who he was.

They all found it somewhat unbelievable.

They knew that Nascent Soul Cultivators had lifespans of only around eight hundred years, making it impossible for one to have lived this long.

"Impossible! Patriarch Qing Yang could not possibly have survived until now!"

Thus, Bai Qizhi cried