"Makes sense."
Xie Xuanyi spoke softly.
He clasped his hands behind his back, allowing the wind to lift his robe.
The power of the "Red Dragon" Dao Domain was tearing at his skin; at this moment, he no longer concealed his Martial Arts Divine Embryo.
A faint golden radiance flowed outward.
Rumble, rumble.
A statue even more majestic than the Red Dragon rose from the ground, its golden robe billowing; where this statue stood, the power of the "Red Dragon" Dao Domain was expelled.
"Is this... the dharma?"
Venerable Bai Yu's eyes widened.
By God!
Hadn't Xie Zhen just broken through?
A seventeen-year-old who had just broken through—how could he have already cultivated the dharma?
Xie Xuanyi took a step forward, walking in the twisted, fluctuating void, not slow nor hurried. With each step, it seemed that this heaven and earth resonated with him.
"Boom."
"Boom."
"Boom."
War drums sounded between heaven and earth.
With each step taken.
