"It's dawn? What does that mean..." Some people were still confused.

Some people have already realized: "No, it's not right. The sky in Kyushu has brightened!"

Before this, Jiuzhou had been shrouded in darkness. This was a strange scene created by the Fengdu Forbidden Area during the second round of unrest.

And now it's daybreak, doesn't that mean that the rule disaster in the Fengdu Forbidden Area has come to an end?

Many people stared at it intently with eyes as sharp as lightning.

Before he even looked at King Chen, he was the first to feel a tremendous pressure, as if an ancient giant beast had opened its eyes, stood in the long river of time and space, looked at all living beings and spirits, opened its bloody mouth, and prepared to have a feast.

Everyone's heart was filled with a very depressed and dull feeling, as if their blood was suppressed.

"This... this is..." Someone lowered his voice, his eyes filled with disbelief, staring at the horizon, at the man hanging in the air behind the iron pillar.

Tiezhu seemed to have sensed something as well. He turned his head to look, then immediately stood up straight and jumped into the air.

"Dad? Dad! You finally woke up... No, when did you return to your ancestral state?!"

It felt like it had seen a ghost, feeling the source of the power in Jiang Chen's body, which was countless times purer than its own. It had a terrifying aura like that of the Ancestral Dragon, and it almost couldn't help but kneel down in worship.

"Tsk! Tsk! I knew it, Zhuzi, our Jiang family really has the bloodline of a true dragon, and it's the purest kind! Hahahaha, hahahahaha!!!"

Tiezhu didn't care about his image and laughed wildly.

At this time, the Buddha's giant palm had already covered down.

Jiang Chen, whose pupils were pitch black and whose body seemed to contain the mighty power of a mythical ocean, stretched out a hand.

"Bang!!!"

There was a terrifying roar, as if the sky had collapsed and crashed to the ground.

He caught the giant palm firmly and could not press it down even an inch.

"After a good sleep, I found so many friends from Jiuzhou, haha." Jiang Chen spoke, his voice like a ghost from the underworld, revealing an infinite chill: "Friends come from afar, and they won't leave!"

He swung his fist and smashed it into the giant palm. A tsunami sound came from his body, and unimaginable terrifying power emerged.

A giant Buddha's palm was smashed into pieces by him.

Putuo, who was hovering above the underground city, had lowered his eyebrows all the time, but at this moment, he suddenly raised his eyes and stared at them with a widening gaze.

He recognized the real dragon and knew that the opponent had unparalleled defense, so this palm was not a test, but an unparalleled killing move, aiming to kill the sleeping King Chen with the aftermath.

However, the opponent didn't even use any magic or secret techniques, and just used a simple punch to blow him up.

This is a complete crushing of strength.

"Donor Jiang, you seem to be possessed by an evil spirit. Come to Xumi Temple. The abbot will exorcise the evil spirit and cleanse your body!"

Putuo was also very decisive. He had no intention of continuing to attack. He raised his foot and stepped back, wanting to walk into the Xumi Temple to seek shelter.

But how could Jiang Chen let him go?

He was already stuck in his plan to defeat the Seven-Star West Sea Dragon King this time, so naturally he wouldn't treat himself badly. It would be a shame to have to deal with the 100 million ghost energies if he didn't carry out a bloodbath.

"Xumeru Temple, can you still go back?"

Jiang Chen's gentle question made Putuo stay where he was, because when he raised his head, he saw that the sky above him had been replaced by the sea. He didn't know when he found himself at the bottom of the dark sea, without seeing the sun.

Such means chilled the heart of this once famous monk to the bone.