The throne is on the top, looking down at all living beings. Mortal kings have power over the world, and divine kings can rule the common people. Everything cannot escape the fate of fate. Mortal kings can determine the life and death of the people with one word. Immortal kings and divine kings regard mortal kings as ants, and everything under the road is dust!
"I won this game"
A white-haired middle-aged man in a huge, glorious and solemn temple looked at the young man with the same hair color who fell in front of him and said, and the two people were surrounded by corpses of various races, as if the road was composed of corpses.
"Win? No, you have never won. If you couldn't win before, how can you talk about you now?"
Xiaotian patted the dust on his sleeves and said calmly.
"What"
The middle-aged man looked at the unharmed Xiaotian in shock and disbelief.
"Judgement"
A lightning pillar ignored the obstruction of the palace and penetrated directly through the middle-aged man.
His eyes shifted from the middle-aged man to Xiaotian and he moved forward, one golden lotus at a time. He walked straight for nine hundred and ninety-nine steps. The area visible to the naked eye was filled with golden light, which was extremely sacred, and a black throne was exposed in Xiaotian's eyes!
Intention: Break and then stand, Nirvana and rebirth!