That cry of "Qian Emperor" was filled with utter shock and disbelief.
Qianjing was the center of the Great Gan Dynasty, the source of its dragon vein, and the core that suppressed its national fortune.
The Emperor of Great Gan bore the thoughts of countless common folk upon his shoulders, deeply bound to the dynasty's fortune.
Ever since the heavenly upheaval two hundred years ago, the Qian Emperor had not taken a single step out of Qianjing.
Yet now, he had come.
That azure dragon head had merely emerged from the ding, yet it already occupied half the sky of the secret realm.
Its enormous dragon eyes, like suns, moons, and stars, swept indifferently over the ground below before finally settling upon the Blood God Sect Divine Master.
The blood-colored giant palm that had been about to crush Lu Shaoyou froze inch by inch beneath that gaze, then silently scattered through the air like wind-weathered sand.
"Blood God Son, it has been over two hundred years. Your nerve has only grown larger."
That vast, majestic voice did not emerge from the dragon's mouth. Instead, it rang directly within their minds.
The voice was calm and unruffled, yet it carried supreme authority over life and death, as though it held all things in its grasp.
It was none other than the current ruler of the Great Gan Dynasty—the Qian Emperor!
The Divine Master's face darkened until it seemed as though water might drip from it.
He stared fixedly at the enormous dragon head and forced several words through clenched teeth. "This is not your true body. It is merely a Dragon Vein Incarnation!"
"To kill you, it is enough."
The Qian Emperor's voice remained calm, yet the Divine Master's pupils abruptly constricted.
He knew the Qian Emperor was strong—absurdly strong. Otherwise,