Chapitre 985: My Love, How Could You Not Understand?

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No one knew where that sound came from and why it resounded in the sky. But the next moment, they all realized it was Haotian.

Only Haotian's voice could be so awe-inspiring. And it was only Haotian's voice that could form such vivid scenes in the consciousness of the pious followers and quaked the depths of their souls.

Everyone on the plateaus and the front yard of Peach Mountain fell on their knees and placed their foreheads on the ground. They tried to lower themselves as much as possible to showcase their awe and esteem to Haotian.

Xiong Chumo, the Hierarch, was standing behind layers of gauze and led the chanting. His figure seemed huge in the radiating light. But upon hearing that voice, he threw himself to the ground and lowered down like a dog.

It was said that he had a thundering voice. However, when compared with this voice that resounded in the sky, his was nothing but blasphemy.