As the voice of the South Sea Dragon Monarch rang out, Liang Hui shifted his gaze from the Flood Dragon Maiden to the middle-aged man in silver armor.
The calm in the young man's eyes was undisturbed, like one looking upon grass and trees.
With five hundred years of cultivation in the Dragon Palace Treasure House and a hundred years of contemplation on the Bone Bridge, he had long surpassed the three Dragon Monarchs.
His gaze lingered momentarily on the body of the South Sea Dragon Monarch, sparking a ripple, before he slowly opened his mouth:
"Even the path of your own being you cannot uphold, you are not as commendable as the former West Sea Dragon Monarch."
Thud!
He stepped forward, his body slightly leaning.
An eight-foot frame that seemed to fill the space.
In an instant, everything visible and invisible was swept aside, and the entire space rippled in waves.
An endless pressure caused the Three Seas Dragon Monarchs, along with the Flood Dragon Maiden, to change color.