Everyone was captivated by the gold medal in Mu Xueling’s hand. It practically contained the aura of the entire era and all the spiritual energy within a ten thousand mile radius submitted to it. The medal also appeared to contain the fortune of the whole Divine Dragon Era, like an abyss devouring the surrounding aura and making everyone’s breathing become hurried.

It was fine for those beneath the Saint Realm because they could only feel massive pressure crashing down on them. But for saints, their facial expressions changed to horror, as though their life and death were being controlled by that medal, and Mu Xueling could kill them anytime she wanted to. It felt as though their necks were being choked by an invisible hand.

“This can’t be…” Kong Ying, Xin Wuhen, and Xiahou Feng exchanged glances as they suddenly thought of something.

Lin Yun squinted his eyes, and his shock wasn’t any lighter than anyone else’s. He could sense a supreme...