Before the warship had fully come to a stop, that tall, slender figure had already stepped out.
The instant he set foot down, the light across the entire Heaven's Pride Battlefield seemed to dim.
Not because night had fallen, but because every ray of light converged upon that figure at this moment. It was as though the focus of heaven and earth could hold no one but him.
Di Cang!
He simply stood in the void, his hands clasped behind his back and his chin slightly raised.
He released no pressure, nor did he deliberately reveal any aura.
Yet merely standing there made the hearts of countless geniuses present feel as if an invisible giant hand had seized them in a crushing grip.
That was an inborn sense of oppression!
That was a fear carved into the depths of countless bloodlines, passed down for a full hundred million years!
"The young Divine General..." an old monster muttered, his voice trembling. "A hundred million years... a full hundred million years!"
"Back then, having only just entered the Immortal King realm, he defied the heavens and fought upward, killing a Supreme Immortal King in three moves! This old man was there for that battle!"
"Three moves? This old man remembers it being two."
"No, no, no, it was one move! That Supreme Immortal King was reduced to dust!"
"Hiss..."
Countless sharp intakes of breath rose and fell one after another.
Even those young geniuses who had not lived through Di Cang's era felt their scalps go numb.
They had heard far too many legends about Di Cang—so many that their ears had nearly grown calluses.
But when this legend truly stood before them, they abruptly realized that those legends had not been exaggerated in the slightest!
If anything, they had understated him!