A blood dragon surged out of the sea, shattering the starry sky.
Boom!
An earth-shaking crash echoed across hundreds of thousands of miles. Amid the blood-drenched radiance of the Sacred Way, the Sacred Way Study flew backward a thousand zhang before slowly steadying.
The translucent light that formed the Sacred Way Study actually began to ripple faintly.
Ao Zhou was so frightened that he clung desperately to the desk.
After gaining the immense might of Sovereign of One World, Gu Xu's Slaughter Fist far surpassed Palm World.
"What terrifying power."
Fang Yun actually nodded in praise.
Fang Yun swept his gaze over the various writing implements in his study. These were, after all, things he had used before his Saint Enfeoffment. Even after being tempered in the river of time, they could not compare to the Literary Treasures that had accompanied Sage Kong.
"Your Majesty, can we retreat now?" Ao Zhou asked.
"Too late!" Gu Xu sneered coldly. He was just about to strike when his arms froze in midair, and shame and anger surfaced on his face.
Fang Yun picked up his brush and once again wrote the same four characters on a sheet of paper: Fang Yun's decree.
"If your decree works again, this Sage... this Sage will kill you!" In the end, Gu Xu did not dare swear any dire oath. That final sentence left him like a deflated ball, stripped of all imposing presence.
Ao Zhou looked helplessly at Fang Yun, thinking that if Fang Yun succeeded again this time, he would take his own head off and leave it in the Fang Household as furniture.
Sovereign of One World was no ordinary power. It was a glory belonging only to the Lord of the Myriad Worlds. The Dragon Race's former standing had indeed far surpassed