Zeng Anmin??
Why was it Zeng Anmin again??!
Everyone was stunned.
The young man advanced step by step, as steady as Mount Tai.
His face was filled with determination and fury.
His phoenix eyes shot sharp rays toward the enormous Dao Head's twin-pupiled Dharma Aspect in the sky.
His robes stirred in the autumn wind, a graceful young man in brocade!
Zeng Anmin walked step by step until he reached the front of the platform!
He lifted his eyes faintly, as though he cared nothing for any trivial matter in this world.
"Tap, tap, tap~"
His footsteps rang like thunder through the silent square.
He had already arrived before Daoist Master Jiyuan.
Daoist Master Jiyuan was kneeling on the ground, facing the Dao Head Dharma Aspect in the sky.
Yet after Zeng Anmin came before him, the one Daoist Master Jiyuan knelt before became Zeng Anmin.
"What are you trying to do?!"
The pressure distinguished neither enemy nor ally.
Daoist Master Jiyuan's body was crushed beneath that pressure until he could not raise his head.
Seeing Zeng Anmin's expressionless face, a thread of fear slowly rose within him.
It was the fear of knowing that death was imminent.
"Why can you move?!"
Daoist Master Jiyuan asked the question everyone wanted to ask.
Zeng Anmin's expression seemed to hold a cold sneer, a disdainful contempt.
He raised his head faintly.
"The current Dao Head?"
"How does he compare to the Dao Ancestor God?"
His voice was not loud, yet everyone in the square heard it clearly.
In the sky.
Those enormous pupils turned cold upon hearing his voice.
They stared straight at Zeng Anmin.
"So, you climbed to the summit of the stairway and received the gift of the Dao Ancestor Supreme God. I was wondering how you could move."
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