Wang Xuan grumbled inwardly. What a grudge-holder. It's been so many years, and they still remembered it.
He did not care. He would keep swinging his black stick; before any flaw was exposed, people could say whatever they pleased.
Still, he felt that he might be exposed.
"Miss, is Suspended Ridge looking for a son-in-law? You don't necessarily have to choose Sun Wukong. You could consider outsiders," someone said.
Clearly, this was Ling Qingxuan's enemy or one of her fake friends stirring up trouble.
"Shut up!"
After the Sacred Butterfly transformed, its torso grew a foot long, like a centipede. Its pair of butterfly wings were brilliantly colored, as though they carried thousands of eyes, radiating light that pierced the heavens.
Its owner was not particularly outstanding, but this Primordial Spirit Sacred Artifact was simply too vicious. It defeated their entire group, making its host seem as though he were dream walking.
The host was merely a Four-time Limit Breaker. As the descendant of some rogue True Saint, his Primordial Spirit Sacred Artifact had been traded for by his ancestor.
Li Xu was badly hurt. Back at the Sea of Origin, because of Li Lin, Wang Xuan had once looked after him. Wang Xuan had spent a long time tempering this grand-nephew's bones and sinews, turning him into a pseudo-Extreme Path Limit Breaker.
Several hundred years had passed, and Li Xu had long since become a Heavenly Grade Expert. Yet he had actually been severely wounded by that Sacred Butterfly. Those brilliantly colored wings looked gentle, but they had nearly sliced him into several pieces.
He had been cut in half once, and the Sacred Butterfly had also severed his right arm. Unable to bear the agonizing pain, he ended the battle drenched in blood.
He knew very well