"Greetings, Sun God Lord!"
"Greetings, Master of Eight Scenic Palace!"
Faced with Qin Sheng, who had returned after consecutively slaying two Kings, cultivators from every faction within Sun Ancient City bowed without hesitation, their cries surging like mountains and seas.
The heroes of Ziwei all lowered their heads!
Even without counting the Saint Weapon, Qin Sheng could kill a Severing Dao King in three moves. He had transcended the Ziwei Cultivation World.
No matter how stubborn one was, facing the mighty power of a King and the terrifying might of a Saint Weapon as a Great Ability, one had to submit.
Unless your name was Qin Sheng.
Everyone lowered their heads and bent at the waist. Especially when Qin Sheng's gaze swept over them, they bent even lower, terrified that Master of Eight Scenic Palace would beat them to death because their angle was wrong.
The Golden Crow's blood was still warm!
Qin Sheng looked at them and suddenly chuckled.
Among those present were Tiger Venerable of White Tiger Manor, marquises of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, the Dao Master of Vacuum Dao, and others. Every one of them was a great figure who could summon wind and rain outside, ruling over the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions.
Yet now, they had all lowered their heads. Fear filled their hearts, and their Primordial Spirits trembled.
No matter how high your status or how great your authority, whether prince, general, ancestor, or fairy, before absolute power, it was all worthless.
When people were killed, they died.
Hearing Qin Sheng's inscrutable laughter, many hearts pounded wildly, afraid that their Immortal Platforms would be pierced through the next instant.
Master of Eight Scenic Palace was ruthless. He only struck Immortal Platforms, and could unleash three strikes in a single breath. This was