Zhang Tie knew perfectly well how much shock his return from Mountain Ruins to the Sky-Piercing Realm in such a manner would cause, but he did not care. Or rather, this was precisely the commotion he had deliberately created. Zhang Tie wanted to openly tell every human and devil in the Sky-Piercing Realm—I, Zhang Tie, the current Dragon Emperor, am back...
Infinite Divine Prison had suddenly vanished only yesterday, and because few people had gone to Myriad Mountain Plain, probably not many knew the news yet. Otherwise, this news alone would have been enough to shake the Sky-Piercing Realm.
The Sky-Piercing Realm was a world where strength reigned supreme. There was only one language understood by the powerhouses and divine generals of the human and Devil Race alike—fists.
If you wanted everyone to listen carefully and quietly when you spoke, if you wanted others to respect you, if you wanted your territory to become sacred and inviolable, if you wanted to protect certain things, then you had to prove that your fist was powerful.
Or, to put it more bluntly, when you could stomp everyone's heads into mud, they would naturally learn to lift their filthy faces from that mud, gaze up at your towering figure with humble smiles, all while fearing that their bodies might soil your gleaming leather shoes.
Zhang Tie had understood this principle long ago. Yet everything the Dragon Emperor Temple had suffered over these past years in Infinite Divine Prison had made him even more certain of one thing—during all his years in the Sky-Piercing Realm, he had killed too few people, or too few famed experts. His evil reputation was not notorious, his prestige was not resounding, so not many people feared him. That was why, in the mere few years he had spent