The Central Plains.
Outside Wandeng Prefecture.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—
An endless, blazing divine radiance rocked the heavens. It was as if a ceaseless barrage of nuclear flash bombs were being dropped on the mortal realm, painting the world in a dazzling array of colors.
"Senior of True Martial, if you continue this stubborn resistance, it will not bode well for the Central Plains."
Prince Nanyang's mastery over the World Peace Fist's momentum had reached its apex. Standing within the Taiping Qi Source Stream, he exuded the endless, magnificent aura of a prosperous age, sacred and mighty, as if he were a Saint descending upon the world.
At the same time, the "Fate Return" Great Divine Technique within his Dantian Dao Embryo was even more terrifying.
He was like a sovereign who commanded the fate of all living beings.
