"You're all trash!"
The red-haired man bellowed, and the sound waves from his mouth rippled outward in a ring, instantly whipping the lake into surging waves. The precious artifacts and Treasure Arts unleashed by the dozen or so geniuses bearing the brunt of the attack all shattered. One after another, they spat blood and flew backward, crashing to the ground, unable to fight again.
"The Desolate Region is about to descend into chaos. When the time comes, even gods and saints will be nothing but grass beneath people's feet, yet you still have the leisure to admire fairies here. How pathetic."
Having done all this, the red-haired man surveyed the crowd as though he were passing judgment on the world, his tone cold and indifferent.
This fellow had cultivated Nine Heavenly Grottos, so he did have some grounds for arrogance. Even so, he was ultimately just a clown.
Just then, Xiao Tian's Blue Calabash Brother's Clone made his move. Whatever else might be true, his current identity represented the Desolate Region. How could he let some random outsider come here and make threats?
The real problem was that this man had displayed the strength of the perfected Inscription Realm. Few of those present would actually be his match if they stepped forward.
Whoosh!
Xiao Tian's Blue Calabash Brother's Clone flicked his sleeve, and an enormous Dragon Horse rushed out, swelling as it met the wind. It crossed the sky at incredible speed, treading on flames, wild and untamable. As large as a small hill, it had a dragon's head, a horse's body, and qilin feet. Its whole body was crimson, as though cast from phoenix blood red gold, its mane like blazing fire. Radiant scarlet light shone around it as it galloped through the flames.
With a cry that mingled