He just stood there on the ground, holding the Jade Skill, the myriad of heavens echoed, even the Great Sun on the firmament appeared dim.
Hou Yi!
Is this Hou Yi?
An existence that forever left his mark in mythical legends, a figure eulogized through ages.
Hou Yi shooting the suns, nine suns fell.
This is a near-invincible existence even in mythological legends.
Lu Chengfeng's heart pounded violently, he did not know what kind of cause and effect linked this Hou Yi in the Celestial Court with the mythical Hou Yi he had heard of.
But the aura on the other was too special, with a unique temperament, as if what he held was not a bow, but the Great Tao of heaven and earth, his own spine, an invincible belief.
Even without seeing his eyes, there was an aura of terror spreading, like a Great Emperor breaking through time and space, intending to return to the world.
