Shen You stood at the other end of the arena, quietly watching it all.
He did not interrupt Chu Tian's words, nor did he retreat even half a step before the imperial majesty spilling from Chu Tian.
His golden hair whipped wildly beneath that imperial pressure, his Chaos Divine Robe was pressed tightly against his body, and the miniature golden divine city beneath his feet continuously gave off trembling metallic chimes under the impact of that majesty.
But he did not retreat.
At the moment Chu Tian's imperial majesty reached its peak—his name on the stone carving at the mountain's foot began to tremble, and ten-colored golden light from the four cities behind him gathered into a roaring golden dragon that lunged toward him—Shen You merely raised a finger and gave it a light flick.
The golden dragon silently exploded at his fingertips, its ten-colored golden radiance shattering into countless specks of light.
Then he spoke.
"The Human Emperor's successor. Yet now, even he, at the God King Realm, has already been trampled beneath my feet."
After a pause, his voice dropped to its lowest point.
"I am the strongest God King of all time. What gives you the right to be so arrogant before me?"
The place where the golden dragon had dispersed suddenly collapsed inward.
It did not explode—it caved in.
With Shen You's palm as the origin, the void was compressed layer by layer into paper-thin transparent curtains, then rolled back into his body layer by layer. In that instant, the Thunder Sea spanning millions of miles above Imperial Saint Mountain sank downward, as though seized by an invisible giant force.
Then, the gathered golden light erupted with the force of a collapsing sky.
It did not spread outward. It pierced directly through space, transforming into a