After Yun Jian finished speaking, a strong gust of wind seemed to have instantly turned into sharp blades and swept towards Jian Ning.
Yun Jian just stood there and didn’t even extend her hand. The sharp blades were like sharp knives, shooting towards Jian Ning.
Jian Ning, who was standing where she was, widened her eyes, still thinking about the meaning behind Yun Jian’s words.
The Yellow Dao talisman in her hand, left behind by her foster father from the Imperial Dragon Continent, was instantly turned into nothingness by Yun Jian’s gaze.
Combined with Yun Jian’s words...
“You... you are the ruler of the Imperial Dragon Continent, the sorcerer God? Why haven’t I heard about this from my foster father! ! !”
Jian Ning was so frightened that her face changed drastically, and her pupils constricted. She stared at the cloud tablet in a daze and shouted these words like a roar.
