"No matter how strong you were in life, now that you're dead, you've lost the right to be arrogant!"
"Ming Emperor—"
Following his soft invocation, an incredibly grand and majestic aura, as if from another time and space, suddenly descended upon the void.
A divine phantom slowly emerged from nothingness. It strode upon the river of time, quelling the boundless lightning with a wave of its hand. Its eyes, impassive yet filled with majesty, stared at the Ancient Dragon's remnant soul.
As its gaze fell, the remnant soul trembled and shuddered as if it had met its nemesis, its dragon eyes filling with terror.
"How is this possible? The Human Race is as insignificant as ants, how could you possibly wield the power of a god... Who in the world are you?"
"Prison Suppression!" Wang Xiu uttered softly, giving his response.
