Famous Throughout the Ten Thousand Races

Famous Throughout the Ten Thousand Races

Holy Son Taizhen and the others never would have dreamed that they would be wiped out by a white-robed youth they had never even known before.

They had originally planned to casually deal with this youth who did not know the height of heaven or the depth of earth, then finish off Jing Hao.

Things always developed in such unexpected ways. They had actually been killed by that youth instead.

Even after their Life Space Talismans had been triggered, they remained utterly bewildered.

Who am I? Where am I?

Clearly, we were the side ganging up to besiege the enemy. How had we been wiped out by a youth in the blink of an eye?

The Saint Son-level prodigies had all been beaten senseless.

They looked at the blood-stained white-robed youth as though they were looking upon a myth.

In this world...

How could there possibly be such a dazzling youth?

Looking down upon all heroes, standing proudly above the clouds.

He had clearly not yet become immortal, so why was he already this powerful?

Even Jing Hao felt it was inconceivable.

As one of the ten prodigies sent by the Immortal Emperor Palace, he possessed supreme pride. Even when facing the most exceptional prodigies in the universe, he carried the arrogance of being invincible beneath the heavens.

Even if an enemy wanted to defeat him, they would have to do so through a group siege.

But this was the first time he had seen a prodigy who could be this breathtaking.

Jing Hao asked himself and knew that he could not do it...

"I'm too weak... I'm still too weak..." Jing Hao's entire body trembled as he clenched his fists tightly.

An Bulang adjusted his robes. Divine energy circulated through his Astonishing Spirit