บท 1928: Grand Fashion

Only True God Hydra pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. 'These idiots. Haven't they been paying attention? This man does whatever the hell he wants. Do you really think he's only so arrogant because of his backing?' 

True God Hydra had been there of the Golden Flame Mystical World when a mere peak saint Dyon made fools of countless peak celestials. He hadn't had any Sacharro Clan to rely on back then, but hadn't he still brought the Golden Crow Sect to its knees? 

It was as though they had wiped his countless exploits from their minds. Mob mentality was truly too ridiculous. 

"In fact… Since all of you dare to agree with these people… I think it's best you just die now." 

Dyon's voice was faint, but the moment it fell, his sword trembled slightly.