Chang Ying at the Hundred-Foot Pole of the Dao

The resplendent demonic voice, long unheard, rang once more between heaven and earth.

At this moment.

Within the illusory spiritual radiance carried by that ancient treasure land lay an accumulation of creation complete in yin and yang and the five elements, containing spiritual resonance far richer than it had ever possessed before.

Figures such as He Jialong, Yang Wangji, and Bai Jianqing all revealed faint signs of being moved.

Yet before any of them could truly step forward from the crowd and make a move.

Liu Dongqing's earth-shattering voice rang out, instantly drawing all their gazes toward him.

And the instant they met Liu Dongqing's eyes, filled with absolute determination, a chill abruptly rose in their hearts, as though a basin of cold water had been poured over their heads.

In an instant, the boiling heartfire of every soaring Dao struggle came to a dead halt.

At least.

In that instant, no one gave rise to the thought of taking Liu Dongqing on.

Where he stood.

Liu Dongqing was like a male lion in a primeval forest surveying his territory. After his long seclusion, he met the gaze of every cultivator near Illusory Marsh who looked toward him, one after another, with sharp eyes.

Within that brief, deathly silence.

Liu Dongqing turned and looked south.

Toward the Nascent Soul Dao Lords of the Innate Sacred Sect who had once joined Heavenly Sound Expansive Dharma Dao Lord in arranging the Dao struggle.

"Come here!"

His voice was indifferent and utterly discourteous.

It even carried a viciousness that suggested he would begin a massacre at the slightest defiance.

Yet the instant his words fell.

Not only did those Nascent Soul Dao Lords of the Innate Sacred Sect show no anger, but several ancient, decrepit Dao Lords instead displayed smiles that were nearly