"Boom!"
Endless sky, thunderclouds rolling, as if the heavenly vault was enraged by Mo Wangchen's words.
Yet it seemed that within the roaring thunder, there was trepidation and fear, and no divine punishment descended.
"How is this possible?!"
"This child, within his body, actually condenses a divine status!"
In Ningdan City, all those who had witnessed the earlier scene now found their hearts hard to calm, astonishment evident on their faces.
"The will of Heavenly Dao is retreating, facing the power of the divine status, it is in fear!"
An elder's voice trembled, it was not hard to see that the thunderclouds above seemed full of dread towards Mo Wangchen at the moment.
"I am a Divine King, naturally, I shall evolve my own dao."
In the gaze of all in the city, Mo Wangchen spoke again, with brilliant holy light surrounding him, white robes fluttering, an inexpressible ethereal aura.
"Boom!"