The Great Dream God

Princess Ziyang's eyebrows were raised, and her dark eyebrows seemed to contain endless anger. Her red lips parted slightly, and a roar exploded like thunder. The sound was deafening, as if it could tear the sky apart and reach the deepest part of people's hearts. Her roar was like the roar of an ancient beast, with a majestic momentum that seemed to shake the whole world.

Then, Princess Ziyang was like an enraged lion, exuding unparalleled dominance and majesty. She rushed forward recklessly, her posture was agile, her speed was as fast as lightning, and her courageous momentum seemed to be that no force in the world could stop her steps. Her target was directly aimed at Mengjin below, and her eyes were burning with rage, as if she wanted to burn Mengjin to ashes.

Seeing this, Meng Jin's eyes flashed with a trace of panic that was difficult to conceal. His pupils shrank slightly, and a sense of fear rose in his heart involuntarily. However, he was a man who had experienced many battles, and he regained his composure in an instant. He flashed like a ghost, and then jumped up, his posture light and agile, and cleverly avoided the fierce and overwhelming attack of Princess Ziyang.

After successfully avoiding the attack of Princess Ziyang, Meng Jin was still in shock, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead unconsciously. He knew very well that the Princess Ziyang in front of him was very powerful and was definitely not an ordinary person. If he fought her head-on, he would probably have little chance of winning. So, he took a deep breath, stretched his throat, and shouted to the brothers around him: "Brothers, the enemy in front of us is too powerful, like a god from heaven, we are definitely not his opponent! Without further ado, we should retreat now, act separately, and each find a glimmer of hope!" His voice echoed in the air, with a hint of determination and helplessness.

After saying this, Meng Jin landed steadily with his feet, his posture as straight as a pine tree. Then, a dazzling white light appeared around him, and that light was like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with dazzling brilliance. Between the shining light, his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, like a ghost, making it difficult to figure out his whereabouts.

When Princess Ziyang saw Meng Jin escape, her anger grew stronger, like a volcano about to erupt. She clenched her teeth, her white teeth flashing cold light in the sun, as if she wanted to bite everything in the world to pieces. She rubbed her hands together quickly, her movements smooth and skillful, and instantly condensed into an extremely hot fireball.

The fireball burned fiercely, like a scorching sun descending on the earth. The surface of the fireball was jumping with blazing flames, emitting endless heat waves and a breath of destruction. The heat wave rolled over, as if it was going to burn everything around it to ashes. Princess Ziyang's eyes were cold, with endless anger and murderous intent. She swung hard and smashed the fireball fiercely towards the street where Meng Jin had just stood.

There was a loud bang, like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth. The moment the fireball touched the street, an extremely powerful energy wave erupted. The energy wave quickly spread out in all directions with the fireball as the center, forming a powerful shock wave. The surrounding air seemed to be ignited by the shock wave, making crackling sounds.

The street was instantly engulfed by flames, turning into a blazing sea of ​​fire. The flames shot up into the sky, reaching dozens of feet high, as if they were going to burn a hole through the sky. The blazing flames spread wantonly, enveloping everything around them. The houses, trees, and shops on the street were instantly ignited by the flames, making crackling sounds.

Then, under the scorching heat, the streets began to collapse. A huge pit appeared on the ground, like a ferocious mouth, swallowing everything around it. The once prosperous streets disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, turning into ashes. The ashes drifted in the wind, as if telling the story of the former glory and the current misery of this place.

Princess Ziyang's chest rose and fell sharply, like a surging sea wave that was difficult to calm down. Her eyes burned with the flames of madness and anger, and the blazing light seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes. She let out a series of low and hoarse roars, echoing in the air like thunder: "How hateful! You actually escaped! However, this is nothing more than your insignificant luck! When this princess captures you again, I will cut you into pieces and let you suffer the most cruel torture in the world to vent my hatred!"

However, within a moment, Princess Ziyang's eyes flickered gently, and her turbulent emotions gradually calmed down, and rationality surged back into her heart like a tide. She took a deep breath, and the breath seemed to condense the air around her. She tried her best to suppress the turmoil in her heart, and she knew clearly that there were more critical matters waiting for her to deal with at this moment, and she must not continue to waste time and energy on such trivial matters.

Thinking of this, Princess Ziyang suddenly burst into a dazzling white light, which was as bright as the sun in the sky. In the light, her figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, flying forward at lightning speed. Soon, she arrived in front of the door of the Senate.

The heavy door of the Senate slowly opened, as if an ancient giant beast slowly opened its eyes. The elders stumbled out of the door in fear and trepidation, with flattering smiles on their faces. The smiles were twisted and ugly, like a series of absurd paintings. They knelt and bent like willows in the wind, and said flatteringly: "Just now, there have been rebels in the city who have been wanton, rampant, and cruelly killing loyal people! Fortunately, Your Majesty returned in time, like a god descending from heaven, to save us from the endless suffering! Your Majesty is wise, long live Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty!"

When Princess Ziyang heard this, her face was still as cold as ice, without the slightest fluctuation. Her eyes were as cold as the biting wind in winter, piercing people's hearts. She walked forward without hesitation, and her ghostly figure instantly came to the elder who was just speaking, and grabbed his neck tightly. She exerted force with her arms slightly, and those seemingly slender arms contained amazing strength, and she easily lifted the elder high. Her tone was as cold as ice, and every word was as sharp as a knife: "Don't pretend in front of this princess! Where is the Supreme Order hidden in the Senate? Hand it over quickly, otherwise, this princess will make you wish you were dead, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The elder was frightened by Princess Ziyang's sudden action and trembled violently, like a leaf falling in the autumn wind, ready to fall. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, bloodless, as if the breath of life was rapidly fading from his body. Fine drops of cold sweat slowly seeped out of his forehead, and the beads of sweat were as big as soybeans, rolling down. He stammered, "Where...where is the Supreme Order! Your Majesty, you...you must have misunderstood!"