RUMBLE...
A golden chariot, pulled by eight Unihorn Dragon Steeds, came speeding in from the horizon. The magnificent steeds galloped through the air, bathed in a resplendent golden light.
Wreathed in a golden radiance, the opulent carriage slowly descended before the Earth Martial Hall.
"Luo Qing, it seems this prince still arrived a step ahead of you!"
A hearty voice boomed out like thunder, deafening all who heard it.
From within the chariot...
A young man in Golden Armor with a dignified air stepped out. He looked up slightly, his gaze fixed on the eastern Celestial Vault.
A cyan storm tore through the sky toward them.
The cyan storm was incredibly fierce. As it howled past, the grass and trees swayed, some even showing signs of being ripped out by the roots.
Within the storm, a cold and detached young man in Cyan Armor approached, walking on air. A blood-red sword-shaped mark was visible between his eyebrows.
