The scions of noble families continued to observe the evolution of the Fairy Palace, waiting for the terrifying sea of thunder caused by the residual imperial might to disperse.
Although it was unclear how Hong Yuan had reached this place, their trust in the strength of Blood Dragon and Grass Jing was unshakeable. For the renown of Blood Dragon and Grass Jing had been earned through countless battles and was certainly not something a nameless nobody could withstand!
Ahead, Hong Yuan's lips curved into a faint smile, his expression still serene.
Such an extraordinary demeanor only made Ruan He detest him more.
"A mere speck of light dares to shine? Presumptuous!" Hong Yuan's eyes suddenly blazed with divine light as he spoke in a cold voice.
With a light wave of his Black White Paper Fan, an incredibly terrifying beam of black and white light erupted.
This beam of black and white light was like the blazing sun, yet also like a dark inferno.
