"The speed at which Martial God is expanding is truly alarming, and the power of Martial God's strong fighters is extremely terrifying. In the same realm, unless two or three people join forces, they are simply no match for Martial God's champions!"
"Especially those three fifth-rank fighters from Martial God; their combat power is overwhelming, and those forces with just a single fifth-rank practitioner are practically unable to contend with them."
Within Celestial God Dao, one strong practitioner after another spoke.
Ming Yunlong sat upon the throne, fiddling with a Martial God Blood Stone no bigger than a thumb, his eyes slightly narrowed as if pondering something.
He disregarded the voices of those Celestial God Dao practitioners around him, instead sinking into thought.
"Not long ago, I suddenly felt waves of unease. Ever since I broke through to the sixth rank, it has been a long time since I experienced such a fluctuation."
