"Gui Taizhen, I advise you to calm down! Since your grandson, Mud Monarch, is willing to enter the battle of life and death, according to the prior agreement, then naturally life and death are settled, and no debts remain. If you now pursue Lying Flat Monarch, are you not making a joke of the rules of our Hidden Origin Association? You'd better rein in at the cliff's edge and retreat quickly!"
A voice rolled down from the clouds, landing in the ears of mortals on the ground, but it was just a series of thunderclaps, with no other feeling.
Wang Wu looked up and saw an old man in a black robe appear above the glow protecting Dragon Head City. He looked ordinary, not even his face clear, except for the small tower he held, which seemed extraordinary, capable of bearing all the weight of the world, while the five-colored glow opposite was forcibly absorbed.
The power of this thing was simply beyond Wang Wu's imagination.
