Times were always changing, but after all that change, things usually ended up more or less the same.
But this time, it seemed they had truly changed.
A man openly shot flames from both hands, using the recoil to fly through the air and hover there, much like Iron Man's flying posture in his early armor.
Though his tone and words were exceedingly arrogant, his pose—arms slightly spread to either side, palms facing downward—looked rather effeminate. It greatly undermined that wild, unrestrained air of owning the world.
"What's all the noise about?" Tang Luo returned to the living room in casual clothes. "Did the gas explode?"
"There, this guy says the times have changed again. Master, is he a God and Demon Walker?" Ao Yulie pointed outside.
"No impression." Tang Luo shook his head. There were too many God and Demon Walkers. Even among the members of the Walker Assembly, he had never made a point of remembering everyone.
Other than acquaintances he already knew, the only people Tang Luo remembered were the council members.
Oh, speaking of which, those newly risen and fairly powerful God and Demon Walkers in the Standing Committee had once loudly proclaimed that the times had changed.
Then they had been slapped right back down. Changed? Changed my ass!
"Bring him over and ask him. Maybe things really have changed," Tang Luo continued.
The man with the somewhat effeminate pose and arrogant tone, flames spraying from both hands, had been about to do something when a violent whirlwind suddenly swept toward him.
Not only did it instantly scatter the flames from his hands, it also sent him spinning wildly.
Even with the physical qualities of a third-stage God and Demon Walker, he could not withstand it. The world spun around him, and he completely lost