"Judgment for your sins!"
Golden liquid fire coated the blade. With his sword's edge, Zhao Cheng seemed like a king pronouncing judgment upon the world.
Gold!
This was the Principle of Gold!
Where one stood, there one was king of the world.
Golden lifeforms were born standing atop the secular world, akin to royal authority, yet higher than royal authority.
For all their authority and power belonged wholly to themselves.
As the sovereign issued his command, the world answered at once. Faintly, golden chains seemed to extend from the void, seeking to bind the ancient dragon.
Crack! Crack!
The ancient dragon struggled, and the chains immediately shattered. Creatures like ancient dragons did not excel in authority; its previous domain of time had been more akin to something passive.
Yet precisely because their authority was weak, they possessed bodies of unparalleled extraordinariness!
Not even chains forged from the world's laws could restrain it.
In the face of Zhao Cheng's judgment, it chose defiance. At this moment, it wanted only to tear the ant before it to pieces.
Boom!
The two powerful beings took the sky as their battlefield and collided once more.
Ancient dragons were famed for their strength, yet Zhao Cheng did not use exquisite swordsmanship to entangle it. Instead, he met strength with strength. If it answered with violence, he answered with even greater violence.
Perhaps he wished to temper himself in this way, entering the realm of Gold in the most perfect state. Or perhaps he was using this method to vent the fury in his heart.
When someone important was temporarily lost and forgotten by the world, he appeared as calm as ever—but that was merely the final stillness of an ancient volcano. All it needed was a trigger, and at once heaven and earth would darken