"I can't take it anymore."
"I'm dying of laughter... Hahaha..."
Jun Changxiao clutched his stomach, laughing so hard that the muscles in his face were about to cramp.
From the Upper Realm?
That was the funniest joke he had ever heard!
The reason was simple. Anyone truly from the Upper Realm would definitely be a Great Being capable of destroying heaven and earth. How could they have been beaten half to death by him? How could they have been locked in a prison cell?
If he understood He Wudi's past, he would understand why Upper Realm martial artists became so weak upon arriving in the Mortal Plane.
Watching Jun Changxiao sit in his chair and laugh himself into a forward-and-backward sway, the Black and White Rakshasa's faces alternated between green and blue with rage.
Being beaten was one thing.
But being laughed at without restraint by a Mortal Martial Artist was another!
"Host, stop laughing."
The system said gravely, "These two may truly be from the Upper Realm."
Jun Changxiao immediately stopped smiling and said, "What makes you say that?"
The system said, "Judging by the strength levels of Mortal Martial Artists, in your blackened state back then, no Martial God could have withstood it. Take that Handsome Man you beat into fleeing, for example. Yet these two endured it head-on without relying on any equipment."
"Maybe their foundation is simply better, and their bodies are stronger?" Jun Changxiao said.
The system said irritably, "Do you think everyone is like you and your disciples, strengthening their bodies to a terrifying extent from the very foundation?"
Relying on all kinds of goods in the Mall, Jun Changxiao and everyone in the Eternal Sect possessed physical strength far beyond that of martial artists at the same level, providing excellent conditions for fighting