The oppressive might of the soaring dragon was not only felt by the people of the Martial Dao—even the common folk of Blue Star sensed it in their hearts.
Whether in the Central Plains, Great Shang, or Great Zhou, all living beings gazed intently at the sky.
Far away, in a palace atop the Great Snow Mountain Peak in Great Zhou, a silver-haired elder's eyes, sharp as a tiger's, widened in utter disbelief.
'Such formidable divine might... To think it can affect my Martial Dao Heart. Who in the world could this be?'
Suppressing the tremor in his heart, his figure vanished in an instant.
When he reappeared, he was already high up in the sky.
"King Zhou!"
"Wuji? Longteng?"
The silver-haired man's expression was grave. At his side were Mo Wuji of Great Shang and his son.
The three were the most powerful Martial Artists on Blue Star. They were all on high alert, ready to fight at a moment's notice.
