This voice was incomparably heroic, and contained a domineering air that could not be concealed. It was as if a single word spoken could cause the heavens and earth to tremble. As the rain fell, a figure walked over from afar.
This figure was very tall and sturdy. He wore a purple royal robe, and did not wear a crown on his head. Instead, his long hair was casually draped over his shoulders. There was a casual air about him. His face was rough, but his eyes were like the stars, causing people to ignore everything when they looked at him, they could only remember his bright eyes.
When he walked over, there was clearly rain above his head, but not a single drop landed on him.
It was as if wherever he was, even the pouring water wouldn’t be able to touch him.
Wang Baole couldn’t do that.
That was originally impossible. At Wang Baole’s current level, not to mention the rain, even his divine might wouldn’t be able to stop him.