"The Divine Master descends upon the Mortal Realm, and all Tianyuan Creatures shall be slaves!"
The golden-eyed youth who spoke floated in midair, holding a Golden Decree in his hand. His words rolled out across the four directions, spreading through all the surrounding lands. Then he smiled, casually tossed the Decree aside, clasped his hands behind his back, and calmly surveyed his surroundings, his gaze especially falling upon the spot where Fang Xing and the Shaosi were dueling, as if he were searching for something. Wherever his gaze swept past, he saw the Dao Leaders enveloped in heavenly thunder, their wretched state laid bare, and he seemed to take great pleasure in it. A faint smile touched his lips as he drew in a deep breath; the thick reek of blood filling the sky clearly intoxicated him!
"What Divine Master? Who exactly are you people?"
