But the East Supreme Saint still refused to believe that Xuan Guangqiao had reached such an unparalleled realm.
If it were true, hadn't his actions harmed the Human Race?
"No, impossible, you—"
The Purple Gold Divine Dragon, the East Supreme Saint, glared furiously, bellowing in rage, suspecting that Xuan Guangqiao was the reincarnation of some undying elder from the Ancient Heavenly Court.
Hong Yuan felt the Mountain and River Pen, an Emperor Artifact, struggling valiantly. The corners of his lips lifted in a cold sneer, "The summer insect knows not of ice; the well frog knows not of the sea."
"I am I, the Demon Clan's Destiny—Xuan! Guang! Qiao!"
With a resounding BOOM, the Divine Spirit within the Emperor Artifact Mountain and River Pen erupted, unleashing the long-stored Power of Incense Fire, wrenching the East Supreme Saint away from the suppression of Hong Yuan's Five Finger Mountain.
Yet, in the blink of an eye, Hong Yuan suddenly recited a poem:
