道罗邪皇子 (邪神之道 B5)

Chapter 812

[Indeed.]

It was but a single word that voiced his agreement to the question raised by the figure who stood at the forefront of the crowd.

There was nothing special about this one word of agreement for it is a word that can come out of anyone's mouth regardless of them being mortals or practitioners, but of all things this agreement had come from a transcendental existence, a Half-Monarch and because of that this specific word of agreement seems to have been attached with an unimaginable amount of weight.

This unimaginable weight has made it an immovable mountain and has also made the question that it was meant to be the answer to an irrefutable fact.

One could very well say that the speaker of this word is the law itself and whatever it is that he says shall become a concrete fact that none may offer an argument against for in front of absolute power even if one can bring up an infinite number of counters to revoke the tyrant's claims it was utterly meaningless when all that the other side needed to do is demonstrate their strength and crush those that run counter to their claims with brute strength.

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Flowing white hair that is akin to that of a waterfall and a gold that is very much similar to the radiance of a sun, the solar body that stands over the heads of numerous lifeforms while basking them in its familial embrace.

However, the man who bears the sun like eyes is not meant to be compared to the solar body that is gentle from a distance.

Approaching them carelessly might very well be approaching the actual sun with a high likelihood of being reduced to ashes.

No.

Perhaps not even one's ash would remain should they be that careless in the first place.

It is difficult to see the full layouts of the world that lies beyond the double doors of the stone gate but it is rather obvious that there is a raised platform and upon the ends of that stage sits a single throne that is rested upon by the Half-Monarch.

An aura of scorching energy covered their body in the manners of a beast's mane and the white throne that is accented with lines of gold serves to only add to the charismatic charm of the Half-Monarch for any mortal who meets their gaze would be frozen in a trance that would require the aid of another to free them from the shackles that has bound their soul into place.

The attire worn by the Half-Monarch is by no means extravagant.

It was nothing more than a plain set of dark robes that could be worn and seen on just about anyone regardless of their status and yet the natural bearings of the Half-Monarch had seemingly made this practical set of clothing feel as if it were the most valuable piece of fabric there is in this world.

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Each of the individuals who stood in front of the Half-Monarch's throne could be considered his claws and fangs with their number rivaling that of an army.

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Sweeping his eye through the sea of crowds Ye Gui Feng felt that there is something eerie about the strange likeness that each of these individuals bear to one another.

The cultivation base of each claw or fang varied.

Some were ordinary and some were extraordinarily high.

Amongst their numbers there are even a few that didn't possess a cultivation base at all.

These individuals are nothing more than mere mortals but there is something strangely amiss about their bearings that would cause even a Dao Paragon to have to feel pressured when in their presence.