Yu Xiaogang was no stranger to this sort of thing. His memory of being frightened flat on the ground by Qingzhi's Ancient Azure Dragon phantom in Hundred Spirits City was still fresh.
But this time, the draconic pressure was different from Qingzhi's.
Qingzhi's draconic pressure was steady and restrained, like a bottomless pool of emerald water weighing silently overhead.
But the draconic pressure surging out of the rift in the sky was unbridled and searing, carrying an unmistakable air of provocation.
It was like a martial arts master challenging a school, striking out with a palm at the entrance to announce to everyone inside: I'm here.
In an instant, every cultivator along the street stopped what they were doing.
The woman at the tea stall huddled in a corner, her plump face tense.
The owner of the pill shop next door ran to the entrance and glanced outside. His expression changed, and he hurriedly shut the door.
The pedestrians on the street began to stir uneasily, and someone shouted.
"A Dragon Clan powerhouse is here!"
"It's someone from the Dragon Clan! Coming from the north! That aura is at least at the Heavenly Sovereign level!"
"A Heavenly Sovereign?! What's a Dragon Clan Heavenly Sovereign doing in Flame City?"
There was obvious panic in their discussion.
Although Yu Xiaogang still had no particularly clear idea of what the title Heavenly Sovereign represented in the Great Thousand World,
judging by the terrified expressions of the surrounding cultivators, it was definitely an outrageously lofty level.
Stronger than an Earthly Sovereign.
Much, much stronger.
The rift in the sky continued to widen.
The draconic pressure within it grew heavier too, forcing quite a few of the less powerful cultivators on the street straight to their knees.
Yu Xiaogang knelt too.
But he was used