Copper Sparrow Altar trembled, dong dong shaking.
The void was like a tattered scroll in a violent wind, rustling and shaking as if it would disintegrate at any moment. It was a kind of invincible momentum; it seemed as if nothing in this world could stop this person!
Shi Hao's eyebrows were inverted in annoyance. Was the newcomer too arrogant and overbearing, sitting cross-legged and descending directly, completely disregarding him?
His!
Shi Hao pointed one hand towards the heavens, his Sword Qi dazzling as it surged upward, transcending the understanding of ordinary beings. It was vast and vast like the vast mountains that cut through the ancient and present.
In the void, the person closed their eyes, the posture unchanged.
What kind of pride was this? A golden sun hung horizontally in the sky, with a man seated cross-legged within it, coming down from the heavens, towering and sacred, suppressing Shi Hao!