As Luo Tianheng finished speaking, the snow-white wings behind him beat fiercely. The Divine Race blood qi surrounding their surface surged skyward, making the nearby void rumble incessantly.
An overwhelming aura swept outward from him. The nearby Martial Venerables felt their chests tighten, their feet carrying them backward against their will. Only after retreating a considerable distance did they barely manage to steady themselves.
Although the Martial Emperors did not retreat, their expressions grew solemn. They stared at Luo Tianheng as his aura climbed higher and higher, a measure of astonishment entering their eyes.
"What powerful blood qi!"
Feeling the pressure bearing down on him, a Martial Emperor from the alien races changed expression slightly. His gaze settled on Luo Tianheng's fully spread wings as he said quietly, "Luo Tianheng hasn't made it onto the Chaos Gold Ranking, yet his strength already exceeds Martial Emperor perfection."
Several Martial Emperors nearby nodded in agreement.
They could clearly sense the power contained within Luo Tianheng. An ordinary cultivator at Martial Emperor perfection would likely struggle even to confront such might head-on.
No wonder Luo Tianheng dared to challenge Jiang Hao in public, much less declare that he, too, could make it onto the Chaos Gold Ranking. The blood qi intensity he displayed at this moment alone gave him the confidence to make that claim.
Ao Qingyue narrowed his eyes, the disdain on his face gradually fading. He had thought Luo Tianheng merely wanted to gain fame by challenging Jiang Hao, but now it seemed the man truly possessed some strength.
Qin Xuance likewise stared at Luo Tianheng. The divine pattern between his brows glowed faintly; apparently, he had not expected Luo Tianheng's true combat strength to have already surpassed ordinary Martial Emperor perfection.
Li Chengyu and Wang Teng said nothing. Their gazes