Four figures appeared atop the main platform as the golden light faded away.
Of these four, Fang Mo stood at the forefront, followed by Mu Cangming, Xuan Qing, and Dangyun. As they stood on the platform, the aura fluctuations belonging to Heavenly Venerates caused the surrounding space to ripple along with them. Beneath the surging golden radiance, they looked like celestial gods descending into the world.
Fang Mo, especially, stood before the other three. He wore a black-gold sword-dragon robe, its five-clawed black-gold dragon patterns coiling across it and faintly emanating powerful Dragon Might. His long hair was bound beneath a golden dragon crown, his brows sharp as swords and his eyes bright as stars. His bearing was still and deep as an abyss, while a faint dark-gold gleam flickered within his eyes, making others dare not meet his gaze.
Simply standing there, he was like a towering mountain, his aura inspiring awe.
"Heavenly Venerate Fang... It's Heavenly Venerate Fang!"
"So mighty! I've finally seen him in person! No, I can't take it—just one glance from him, and I feel like my soul is coming apart!"
"So this is the strongest person in the world today? What a powerful aura..."
Many people in the plaza rose to their feet in excitement, cheering wildly. The suppression of the earlier voices seemed to weaken at this moment, and cries of astonishment echoed throughout the entire plaza.
These martial artists were no less crazed over Fang Mo than star-chasing fans. They were so excited they nearly rushed forward, but the majesty of a Heavenly Venerate kept them from daring to cross the line.
For this alliance conference, the Heavenly Dao Alliance had not intended to conceal or cover anything up. The event was broadcast across the entire city, with countless screens and projections