Chapter 654: The Apex of Demise, Three Centuries of Hate

The voice of Garfield Quickley, imbued with the might of a newly ascended god, was not merely sound. It was a tremor in the very fabric of the Skybert Continent, a decree that bypassed mortal ears and seared itself directly into the souls of every cultivator powerful enough to perceive it. In the opulent, cloud-piercing spires of the Imperial Capital, Emperor Regulus, Bruce Whinery, sat upon his throne of black gold. The dragon carvings on its armrests seemed to writhe as a wave of pure, unadulterated...