The Demon Monk Who Called Himself a Saint!

The voices of the crowd echoed in everyone's ears.

Lü Jingtian and the others widened their eyes. This... was impossible!

The island was neither small nor particularly large. Given enough time to prepare, someone of Lü Jingtian's strength could actually destroy the island and "wipe" it off the map.

Make it "sink" beneath the sea.

They believed that Kongming and the others could do the same.

God and Demon Walkers a step below them could more or less alter the island's "terrain," shave away part of the central mountain peak, lower it by a bit, and so on.

But uprooting the entire island was an entirely different concept from destroying it.

Control was far more difficult than mere destruction—far, far more difficult.

Even if the legendary holy monk Xuanzang was merely lifting the island, among God and Demon Walkers, it would still have been an unparalleled, astonishing feat.

Not to mention that he sat upon the dragon's head, one hand lightly clenched.

The island seemed like a toy, floating above his palm, completely under his control.

Could the gap between God and Demon Walkers truly be this vast?

This had already surpassed the notion that there was always someone greater beyond the horizon.

Lü Jingtian could not help turning to look around. The vast majority of God and Demon Walkers were bowing respectfully.

Especially the outsider God and Demon Walkers—quite a few of them were even kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. They had probably done their homework before coming, studying up on their own.

Even the God and Demon Walkers from their hawkish faction had lowered their heads beneath that terrifying presence, trembling with fear.

Not to mention the fence-sitters and neutral faction.

Lü Jingtian suddenly understood what these people had truly been neutral about.

Why the Blood Queen