As the words fell, the tall, handsome young man split his mouth in a grin, revealing rows of sharp, chilling dragon fangs. A hint of indescribable ruthlessness crept into the noble elegance he had carried from the moment he appeared.
At the same time, as his palms slowly closed into fists, the once-calm deep sea suddenly surged with tsunami-like waves. They spread outward like sound waves, sweeping across tens of thousands of miles.
This was the strength needed to defeat a Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse while only at the Great Vehicle Limit.
It was also the profound foundation required of the next Dragon Emperor of the Southern Sea Dragon Palace.
"Sect Master Luo, that figure who suddenly appeared earlier—judging by his clothes and crown, why do I feel they looked just like the attire the sect's records say only the Crown Prince of the Southern Sea Dragon Palace can wear?"
Wei Beichen recalled the figure who had appeared without warning, radiating an aura no less terrifying than that of the thousand-yard dragon, and could not help asking.
As he saw it, the Southern Sea Dragon Palace was probably much like the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea, with a strict hierarchy.
Every rank and status had its corresponding attire, making it easy for those inside and outside the faction
to tell someone's identity and cultivation at a glance.
"I don't know, but his status can't be low!"
Luo Yi was not wholly ignorant of the Southern Sea Dragon Palace's inner workings, but he did not know much.
Ever since the Tianyan Sect had reopened its gates and he had vaguely guessed the truth behind its destruction long ago, a pressing weight had borne down on him. He had either been killing demons or been on his way to kill them.