"Boom—"
The array of the Taichu Sacred Land shattered with a resounding boom.
The array that could stop a Quasi-Emperor was unable to resist the power of Gu Qingyang, who now stood at the half-step ninth rank.
As the array crumbled,
a terrifying surge of blood energy burst forth, and Chen Mountain took a step into the void, appearing directly before Gu Qingyang.
"Chen Mountain of Taichu Sacred Land, I ask for your guidance!"
"Chen Mountain..."
Gu Qingyang's expression remained indifferent, as if the Quasi-Emperor before him did not exist.
"I will give you a chance to submit to the Cyan Yang Divine Court, or else the Celestial Thunder Sacred Land will be your fate!"
"Our Taichu Sacred Land has stood in the Divine Wilderness for hundreds of thousands of years, never yielding to any force. To think that your words alone would make us submit is too ridiculous.
If you want us to submit, show your strength!"
