I looked down at the takeout clothes in my hand. There were three crooked words "Quick Express" printed on the chest, and the plastic smell was still there. When it hit me in the face just now, there were traces of milk tea or sauce on my clothes, and it was sticky on my hands.
My name is Shen Hanzhou. Three days ago, I still had a name in the Nine Heavens.
Star Dragon King.
The man who stood at the pinnacle of the Three Realms and could break the stars with his wave of his hand. The sword-wielder who made all races bow their heads and made heaven fearful. The man who was pierced through the heart by Xuan Jiu's sword in front of thirty-six dragon clan elders in the Dragon Trial Hall.
"Shen Hanzhou, do you know your guilt?"
I still remember Xuan Jiu's voice. Wearing the dragon robe with gold rims, he stood at the highest point of the Judgment Hall, with the projection of the vast galaxy behind him. His sword was pressed against my chest, the tip of the sword passing through flesh and blood, touching the original mark of the dragon clan.
