"Just who in the world are you?" the Past King could not help exclaiming.
The power Fang Qianyuan displayed far surpassed anything of the present age. Over the past tens of thousands of years, the Past King had awakened intermittently and repeatedly possessed experts among the Earth Demons, so he did have some understanding of this era. Yet now, he found what he saw utterly inconceivable.
Fang Qianyuan did not answer his question, merely saying, "You slaughtered cultivators of the Alliance. Your crimes are unforgivable. You would do well to surrender."
"Damn you! I will not let anyone trample over me. Do not be so arrogant, ignorant whelp!"
The Past King's expression grew savage. Suddenly, his blood surged, and a violent surge of Dharma Gang erupted from his body like thunder.
Along with the fierce white radiance surging like thunder, the surrounding void began to tremble incessantly.
Through his Dharma Eye, Fang Qianyuan saw countless threads manifested from the forces of space-time and the laws of heaven and earth vibrating violently. The Past King's Dharma Gang seemed to hold an inexplicable attraction for these profound forces of the Heavenly Dao, allowing him to mobilize them to the fullest.
Under the Past King's strenuous efforts, the blood-colored dragon serpent in Fang Qianyuan's hand once again grew ethereal and insubstantial, like smoke.
It slipped soundlessly between Fang Qianyuan's fingers, spreading flat and thinning like gauze as it enveloped him.
In an instant, the blood mist clung to Fang Qianyuan's skin, making his entire body look as though it had been stained red.
As the blood mist enveloped him, even Fang Qianyuan's formidable Divine Sense felt a terrifying, thunder-like force assailing him in a frenzy.
It was not actual thunder, but the yang-aspected power that existed within the divine soul, also known as