The three saints of the Emperor Race looked at Fang Yun and finally understood why his gaze had seemed like that of a loving father before.
Great Ming Saint sighed softly, only now understanding why Fang Yun had dared claim he could complete his Sacred Way.
After Fang Yun released Lang Kun from Lang Liao's belly, she had remained in a daze.
As a Wolf Race Great Sage from Dusk Fortress, Lang Kun had immediately discovered Sword Ancestor's true identity. Before she could pay her respects, she had been sealed beneath overwhelming Ancestral Might.
Though sealed, her heart was filled with excitement.
She hated her own weakness, hated herself for failing to save her kin, hated herself for believing Fang Yun to be invincible.
She knew Fang Yun was powerful, but before Luan Mang, power did not exist!
Toward Emperor Luan Mang, Lang Kun felt boundless reverence. Even ten Fang Yuns could not compare to one of Luan Mang's avatars.
She had regarded Luan Mang as her final straw.
But now, her eyes brimmed with fury.
Fury toward Luan Mang.
Because Luan Mang had not defeated Fang Yun, had not casually crushed Fang Yun as Lang Kun had imagined.
Luan Mang had not saved her.
Lang Kun felt that she had been toyed with, that she had been deceived.
Why could the invincible Demon Realm Emperor not suppress Fang Yun?
Could Fang Yun be even more powerful than Luan Mang?
"Why..."
Lang Kun sank completely into confusion.
While Lang Kun was lost in confusion, the saints stared at Fang Yun and the Prison-Suppressing Evil Dragon, dumbstruck.
Those legends, those rumors once treated as stories, were all becoming reality one by one.
Fang Yun had turned legend into reality!
Suddenly, Sword Ancestor's body trembled. Divine swords all around him rang out