As the voice echoed through the air, a young man descended from the dome of heaven, laughing heartily. He looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Instead of being burly and tall, he had an average physique. His facial features were not delicate and attractive. Rather, he had thick eyebrows and big eyes. His arms seemed longer than a normal person’s, and his eyes sparkled brightly, as if they were filled with stars. Because of all this, he came across as being extremely heroic. He seemed almost like a dragon or tiger descending into the realm of humankind.9

He did not intentionally release the power of his cultivation base. However the pressure he naturally exuded seemed capable of crushing anything and everything. Even Xu Qing was shaken to the core, and his golden crow tattoo emanated intense heat.2

Upon encountering Sir Mountain-River, Duskspirit, and Wang Chen, the golden crow had heated up. But that was nothing compared to this.0

This young man also had an imperial-class technique, and as he neared, the air behind him split apart; a golden dragon emerged, roaring as it swirled around in circles. Every scale on the dragon shone with bright light, and even its draconic whiskers seemed divine. What was more, the dragon’s eyes were incredibly fierce, as if it were a monarch looking down on everything under heaven. Additionally, the golden dragon had a sword in its mouth.0

It was… The Emperor’s Sword!0

Astonishingly, this young man had successfully gained enlightenment of The Emperor’s Sword!0

If that...26