Shi Hao entered the Inner City. Guided by a Court Lady, he arrived at the Palace where Meng Chuan, the Stone Emperor, and the others were gathered.
The moment he stepped inside, every eye turned to him. Even Aman drew their attention.
The pressure on Aman felt as heavy as a mountain.
Most of the people here were Venerables, standing at the pinnacle of the Eight Domains. A single word from them could decide the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions.
They had at least several thousand years to live and would rule the land for ages.
Those who were not Venerables were also the most valued members of their respective Factions, future successors certain to become Venerables.
They could all be called Young Supremes. Even in today's Three Thousand Dao Provinces, once their Foundations were made whole, their talent would rank among the Top-Tier.
Every one of them was extraordinary and imposing, their heroic bearing soaring to the heavens. Long accustomed to high positions and looking down upon the world, they carried themselves with an air of authority.
Even without using their cultivation, their gazes held immense majesty. An ordinary person meeting their eyes would have knees trembling.
Aman's body stiffened, and cold sweat gathered in her palms.
She had grown up in the Martial King Manor, and the strongest person she had ever seen was the Martial King.
She had only seen him when he returned to the Martial King Manor after recovering from the injuries Meng Chuan had dealt him when he kicked down the door.
But compared with anyone here, the Martial King...
Was nothing.
Now, under the gazes of so many supreme experts and Young Supremes, the pressure was immense.
Shi Hao shifted a step, placing himself in front of Aman. With a fierce