Fang Wang's voice echoed through the Mortal Realm, even louder than those of Great Saints and Great Emperors. His tone was light, as if he was whispering in the ears of all beings, yet the assertiveness in his words was enough to make any creature revere him.
As his voice faded, the heavens and earth fell into a momentary silence, the roaring voices all disappeared, with only the white pillars of light encircling Kunlun yet to dissipate.
The Canglan Emperor still stood atop the tip of the red giant sword, motionless, his gaze unfocused.
The Overbearing Saint hung upside down above Fang Wang, still in a fist-clenching pose, exuding a domineering aura, his eyes filled with intimidation.
Eighteen Layers of Abi Hell!
Fang Wang felt although they were strong, they had not surpassed the level of Cang He Immortal Monarch.
Now that he was far superior to his former self, facing Cang He Immortal Monarch again would mean pressing him to death with a single finger.