The many dragons of the Remnant Dragon Race looked toward Ao Wushan, waiting to see how he would respond.
Ao Wushan advanced a hundred feet, stared at Fang Yun, and slowly said, "You won't live to hear her speak. Your time is running out. You have twenty breaths left. After twenty breaths, everyone, hold nothing back!"
"As you command!"
The dragons of the Remnant Dragon Race once again poured all their strength into the Dragon Horn Sea, and five currents like mighty rivers churned and surged.
Fang Yun's Two-Dragon Seal released an immense pressure, but the combined power of Ao Huo's Two-Dragon Seal and the Flood Dragon Sage Spirit Bones behind Ao Wushan firmly blocked the power of the Two-Dragon Imperial Seal.
This was the source of the Remnant Dragon Race's confidence. They had a Two-Dragon Seal, the status of True Dragons, and Half-Sage Spirit Bones. Even if Fang Yun was a genuine Literary Star Dragon Noble, he could do nothing to them.
Fang Yun gave Ao Wushan one last look, regret showing in his eyes, and said, "Actually, there is a way to verify whether I am truly the Literary Star Dragon Noble, and whether I am the Grand Censorate's special military inspector."
"Oh? Let's hear it," Ao Wushan said.
"You are the means of verification."
Fang Yun spoke lightly. Above them, the deep-blue ocean suddenly turned pitch-black. An enormous shadow shrouded the entire Sacred Mausoleum, and a pressure of the Sacred Way far more terrifying and vast than that of the Flood Dragon Sage Spirit Bones descended.
The weight of that Sacred Might was like Mount Tai crushing down upon their heads, like the vault of heaven sinking.
A pillar that held up the heavens seemed to stamp through the sky as it descended. It looked slow, yet