Another Year

It wasn't just him. Anyone who had taken part in this operation probably felt the same way.

What was the difference between such divine power and that of a god?!

It was as if past and future alike were held in the palm of his hand.

"Who?!"

Sa Jie's mind shook.

"Zhao Cheng."

The leading Saint spoke a single name.

"Impossible!"

On the plane, the restrained Sa Jie was so shocked he nearly sprang to his feet, but thankfully, the seatbelt held him down.

With his acupoints locked by golden needles, he had only the strength of a seven- or eight-year-old child. Even so, his movement had been so violent.

It showed just how intense his emotions were at that moment.

Naturally, he was no stranger to Zhao Cheng. He both admired and envied the man. After all, what he had spent most of his life pursuing, Zhao Cheng had attained in his youth.

Yet in his heart, Zhao Cheng had merely stood shoulder to shoulder with legends. He naturally knew something of the abilities of such legends; there was absolutely no way they could possess such divine power, unless they had surpassed legend...

But why? Why could someone so young achieve such fruition?!

In truth, it wasn't just him. Deep down, the people of Dragon Blood felt something similar as well.

But they also had to admit that the gap between people could be even greater than the gap between a person and a dog.

Just as ordinary people looked upon geniuses, these so-called geniuses now looked up at Zhao Cheng in the same way.

All one could say was that the wheel of fortune had turned.

And what awaited Sa Jie next was judgment.

For the things he had done, over the past forty years, in Yanhuang alone,