A Man Like None Other Chapter 6228 Lord of the Divine Hall Yao Chen Bear Humiliations and Burdens
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- A powerful new figure takes center stage.
- The environment exudes an imposing and sacred aura.
- Formidable guardians stand watch.
A figure of immense authority is introduced. The scene is set with an imposing atmosphere. Guards of significant power are present.
He wore a spotless white holy robe, which was made of soft material and exuded boundless holiness.
Ancient and mysterious divine patterns were embroidered on his robe with golden divine thread. These patterns flowed slightly with his breath, echoing the holy light in the hall. Each stream exuded a faint Daoist charm.
He had a handsome and dignified face, with sharp sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high bridge of nose, and firm lips. Although his appearance was no more than middle-aged, he exuded a calm and dignified aura that had witnessed life’s trials.
There was no deliberate release of pressure around him, but he naturally exuded a sacred aura that made people dare not look directly at him or approach him, as if he himself was light, a saint, and the most orthodox rule in the world.
He sat calmly on the throne, his posture straight, his gaze serene, looking down at the divine might beneath him. His eyes were as calm as water, without showing any emotions.
There was no anger, no contempt, no ridicule, and no pity.
It’s like looking at a stranger, or a trivial little thing.
However, the calmer the atmosphere, the more tense and tense it feels.
On both sides of Yao Chen stood twelve temple guardian elders.
These twelve individuals were all renowned True Immortal Realm experts, each able to establish their own sect and revered by thousands of people.
Their auras were strong yet restrained, surrounded by holy light, with serious expressions and sharp eyes, like twelve war gods guarding a temple, unmoving but exuding an awe-inspiring presence.
At that moment, their gazes all fell on Shen Tong and the people in the temple.
Some of their gazes were cold and scrutinizing, as if they were sizing up a group of intruders.
Some people looked at them with disdain and disdain, as if they were looking at a pack of wild dogs.
Some elders even openly showed mocking and boastful smiles.
The main hall was dead silent.
The atmosphere was very quiet.
There was only the faint sound of the Holy Sun rotating, and gasps came from the crowd.
Shen Tong stood there, feeling as if those gazes were like countless sharp knives, slowly slicing through his body and heart.
The physical pain was bearable, but this kind of mental and dignified torture made him feel like he was sitting on a needle prickling.
He had lived for ten thousand years, roamed the fourteen heavens, and had always been a person who looked down on others and ridiculed them. He had never experienced humiliation like this.