Everyone stared at the youth standing atop the dragon's head in the sky.
Blake Lin's gaze was steady as he looked across, his battle intent rising and intensifying.
"Who is this?"
Ryan Lin's expression changed; from the youth, he sensed a terrifying aura that chilled him to the bone.
The crushing pressure, and the sight of that majestic, colossal dragon, made his heart tremble—he was seized by icy fear.
"May I ask who you are, sir?"
Ryan Lin called out in a deep voice, looking up at the sky: "Today, the Upper-Grade Lin Clan is conducting important business!"
"I hope you will give the Upper-Grade Lin Clan some face!"
"If you have time, you are welcome to visit our Upper-Grade Lin Clan. We will treat you as an honored guest!"
Jill Jing, face streaked with tears and eyes red, desperately crawled toward Gavin Duan's body. Struggling to raise her neck, she looked up at the sky, anguish and hope mingling in her gaze.
The other members of the Upper-Grade Lin Clan also showed visible changes in their expressions.
What they saw was not just the enormous water dragon soaring through the sky.
It was also the endless, pitch-black heavens stretching behind the youth on the dragon.
Thunder crashed, rain lashed down, a torrential downpour blanketing the world.
Even the Upper-Grade Lin Clan members were shocked and awed by this scene.
This already transcended the realm of ordinary Vajra or Pointing-to-Mystery experts.
Even ordinary Heavenly Phenomenon Realm experts could never cause such a phenomenon.
On the screens in front of them.
Everyone saw this scene, and they cried out in shock.
"Who is this person?"
"Is he really standing on a dragon?"
"Did I see that right? Is an immortal really appearing?"
Countless people saw this scene, and their first thought was that it was absurd.
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What kind of world-shaking technique is this?!
"We meet again."
Blake Lin gazed up at Evan Lin in the sky, watching Evan's face, the black hair at his temples fluttering in the wind.
Evan Lin stood atop the dragon's head; behind him, rain poured in torrents, while in front, the winter sun shone bright and warm.
Looking down from above, toward Blake Lin and the others, the entire street had already turned to dust, drifting away in the wind.
On the ground, Jill Jing, face streaked with tears and eyes red, slowly crawled toward Gavin Duan's body. Struggling to raise her neck, she looked up at the sky, anguish and hope mingling in her gaze.