The resolute tone, falling with the weight of a hammer, shook the void.
The heavens and earth fell silent, with no one uttering a word.
Having witnessed with their own eyes the epic scene of a single stroke obliterating fifteen Three-Calamity realms, who could dare say that Jiang Fan would not one day become an peerless supreme ruler transcending the ancient Luan Gu Five Marquises?
Yet, heaven is ever jealous of divine talent.
Today, he had ultimately walked to the end of his road, driven into an abyss of despair by the overlords of heaven and earth.
The Luan Gu Five Marquises did not speak either.
Their silence was tacit approval of these words.
Give him ten years, and the one driven into a desperate abyss might well be them.
After a long while, Luan Gu Mie Hou finally said in a deep voice, "Your last words are received!"
As he spoke, he slowly raised a giant hand covered in sharp, barbed spikes, and across the vast expanse of the void, pressed down gently toward Jiang Fan.