At those words, the entire scene instantly bristled with drawn swords.
Even the Tianquan Saint, the Yaoguang Holy Son, and the Tianxuan Saintess grew utterly solemn.
The Feathered Divine Dynasty wielded immense power, occupying more than half of the Central Province.
Apart from the Western Desert and the Southern Ridge, even the Northern Plains and the Eastern Wasteland bore traces of the Divine Dynasty almost everywhere.
At the very least, in the cases they had investigated involving the persecution of those with special physiques, the Feathered Divine Dynasty had certainly played no small part.
There were even rumors that the Ten Great Families of the Northern Plains had gradually risen to prominence by relying on the Divine Dynasty's power.
"Divine Son, don't you think you're going too far?"
Cradling the illusory Ancient Zither, Yang Wuzheng stared straight at the Divine Son, who stood in the distance with his hands behind his back. His voice was exceptionally grave.
He seemed ready to strike at any moment!
Though the Nine Saints Gate was powerful, beside the Feathered Divine Dynasty, it was still no more than a firefly's glow.
Against an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, who but a Quasi-Emperor or a Great Emperor could contend?
Had the glory of the Sacred Bodies of past generations not lingered, the Nine Saints Gate might not even have survived.
"Hmph! The Nine Saints Gate?"
An elder in the Four Extremes Realm spoke, his tone overbearing. "If not for a shred of friendship with the Great Emperor back then, the Nine Saints Gate would have been destroyed long ago!"
"Don't spurn our goodwill!"
At those words, Yan Wushuang and Yang Wuzheng clenched their fists, staring straight at the Feathered Divine Dynasty Divine Son in the distance.
Two fairy-like women flanked the Divine Son like maids.
He stood