Great Hao!!
Xu Yang's eyes were wide and round, stunned as if in a dream!
Song Tianchou is actually founding a new dynasty within Daqian!
This is simply...
That sacred, solemn shout rolled like thunder, sweeping across the Northern Territory, Leizhou, and Qingzhou, as if amplified by some powerful Spiritual Object, surging grandly toward Yuanzhou and even farther regions!
In this instant, countless Martial Artists were frozen like statues!
To Martial Artists of Daqian, this was no different than pulling down one's pants while sitting on the imperial dragon throne!
And in Xu Yang's eyes, it meant...the Barbarian Race, had either surrendered or been suppressed!
How long has it been?
Not even a day!
The mighty Barbarian Race, with so many puppets, and the treasures and legacies bestowed by the Barbarian God, all gone just like that?
Xu Yang was ice-cold to the bone, feeling like none of this was real.
On the other side.
