"And you claim to be Bazhun'an?"
A short while after the dragon's roar from the Four-Hill Mountain subsided, the Feng family members failed to capture the front of the Holy Palace.
Spatial Upanishad descended from the heavens!
The accompanying sharp, scolding voice was fraught with a provocative tone, chilling to the ear:
"I have long heard that ancient swordsmen are unstoppable and fearless, even that the Eighth Sword Deity is unruly and audacious."
"I sometimes wonder whether such words come from a frog at the bottom of a well, unaware of how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."
"Or is it some vain self-aggrandizement, trumpet-blaring to make a name for oneself?"
Crack!
Just out of the Dead Sea, Feng Zhongzui heard all this and turned to stone.
The spectators from the five regions were utterly flabbergasted.
"Who?"
Who dares speak with such audacity?
