Where hoofprints and the golden giant hammer clash, even space itself is fractured with ripples.
In the fierce energy storm, Emperor Qingyu's imperial robes fluttered as he maintained a composed demeanor, truly exuding an imperial grace.
In the past few hundred years, he probably never felt as happy, as relaxed, as high-spirited as he did today.
"Come, come, since Yuanyin, you seem to have idle time, why not let me accompany you for some fun." Emperor Qingyu laughed heartily, and without waiting for Emperor Yuanyin to react, he raised his hand, and a dark golden longsword suddenly appeared in his grip.
At the same time.
A dignified and domineering roar erupted, and a massive golden beast shadow emerged behind him.
It was an extremely menacing giant beast, resembling but not exactly a tiger, majestic, with a pair of crimson eyes devoid of any ferocity, instead exuding vast majesty, bringing an inexplicable sense of peace.
