"Qingxu Tongxuan Guanmiao True Monarch? With a Cultivation like yours, you dare presume to call yourself a True Monarch?"
The man in the imperial, beaded crown slowly stood up.
Du Youqian couldn't help but hold his breath as large beads of sweat rolled down his temples.
He couldn't get a word out. He simply couldn't open his mouth.
'The pressure is overwhelming!'
When this Great Power had been sitting and reviewing his documents, he hadn't felt anything out of the ordinary.
But now that the man had stood up, his physical size hadn't changed, yet the impression he gave was of a sudden, boundless magnificence. His aura came crashing down like a tidal wave.
It was as if a colossal mountain range stood before him; no matter how far he craned his neck, he could not see the peaks that pierced the heavens.
Du Youqian wasn't holding his breath out of courtesy; under such pressure, he genuinely found it difficult to breathe!
