Lanling remembered watching a TV drama called Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio when he was a child. In it, there was a shot where a woman walked past and the wall behind her collapsed section by section.
Even now, Lanling still remembered that scene vividly.
And at this moment, Lanling was reenacting something similar, except it was far, far more magnificent.
He simply walked slowly toward the center of the great hall, and wherever he passed, everyone exploded into dust, turning to ash and smoke.
Dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands turning to ash and smoke.
And here, "turning to ash and smoke" meant truly dying, utterly.
The priests of the Dragon Temple on Earth, in order to ambush Lanling, had summoned members from every corner of the planet and gathered them all inside this Golden Holy Temple, convinced they could kill him in one blow.
They had never seen the Ancient Dragon, but they had seen Lanling, and had made some estimates about his cultivation.
