The rumbling voice, which belongs to the horror of the Eight Heavens of the Holy Way, bursts out from the dust and sand, and the space bursts apart inch by inch, even the time is still.

"My predecessor, you just shouted at Yan Mo, saying that he had lost all his sense and face because of my words, but now you seem to be angry and roaring because of my words. Is that a shame?"

Ye Dun's words are not alarming, and he does not shrink from the angry dust. Instead, he takes a step forward and mocks again, beating the face of the sand alive with the words of...