"What a mess!"
In the night sky, a line of Immortal Text suddenly appeared, its strokes iron-tight and silver-shined, bold and powerful, each flick and turn resonating like the sound of swords clashing, humming loudly.
Immediately, the people blocking near the large ship, regardless of their deep backgrounds or high status, all froze in expression, and then retreated like a tidal wave.
"Enter the city!" This time only two words appeared, concise and powerful, even if one didn't recognize this Immortal Text, the meaning was clear through the resonance of Tao Rhythm.
Everyone knew this was the radiation of the Golden List's power.
It was very rigid, serious, even harsh; it only spoke of rules, showing no mercy, and some people in the sky had already suffered from its strictness.
