This golden light is incomparably pure, with a majestic divine charm flowing, harboring the laws of the Dao.
The powerful dragon aura was dispelled.
The dignity of imperial power was erased.
Mo Hua broke free from the constraints of the Dragon Hall's laws, operating his Divine Thought, the golden light dazzling, resembling a golden little Immortal.
He stepped forward.
With just one step, he crossed the high steps of the Dragon Hall, approaching the throne above.
The nearby Dragon Guards, enraged, rushed forward to kill.
Mo Hua punched one by one, amidst the vast golden light, killing all these Dragon Guards, crushing them into powder.
Mo Hua took another step, already stepping onto the Dragon Emperor's throne.
With a kick, he overturned the Dragon Platform, and then stretched out his small hand, like a net from heaven and earth, reaching for the lofty Dragon Emperor.
"Wretch! How dare you!"
