“Young Sir Dragon Proudheaven, was that really a nascent divinity projection of one of your Dragonfolk elders? It was definitely at the level of an eighth division expert!”

“Yeah, was that really the aura of you Dragonfolk? You’re not from some random immortal world, are you? You’re from the Eight Tribes Heaven!”

“So someone in the Eight Tribes Heaven actually combined the Eight Tribes Godfist? Young Sir Proudheaven, could the power of that fist technique have come from a talisman given to you by one of your elders?”

Things had calmed down, and Yang Cauldron and Yang Rainbow’s impression of Yang Qi had changed dramatically. As Shattered Gods, they normally wouldn’t pay the slightest attention to people who weren’t even Godmyths. But now their change in attitude was clear.

Things had changed in a heaven-shaking, earth-toppling way, and they were convinced that Yang Qi wasn’t exaggerating; he really was backed by immensely powerful forces.

The illusion cast by the Cruiser of Civilization had frightened them deep in their hearts.

At the same time, they were deeply ashamed that they hadn’t managed to keep him safe. If he had been kidnapped, and then Dragonfolk elders...

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