"What do you mean, old demon?" Wang Zesheng was extremely wary. No favor came without reason—why had he run over to join the excitement?!
Mei Yukong knew that his spiritual perception far surpassed that of ordinary people and was exceptionally keen, so he remained very calm and spoke frankly. "I want to see you lose."
"Me, lose?" Wang Zesheng laughed.
The old demon understood him too well. He was incomparably arrogant, always believing himself invincible under heaven, with scarcely an equal to be found. And indeed, he had suppressed one era after another.
Therefore, Mei Yukong did not bother concealing anything. He was extremely optimistic about Wang Xuan and simply laid out an open scheme, saying that Wang Zesheng was no match for Old Wang the Sixth.
The old demon refused to believe that, with Wang Zesheng's temperament, he could truly hold himself back from testing Wang Xuan's weight.
In Mei Yukong's view, the domineering Old Wang was simply begging to be taught a lesson. Someone should have dealt with him long ago. If his own son were to beat him black and blue, that would be absolutely perfect!
Holy light shone from Jiang Yun's body as she blocked Wang Zesheng, smiling. "That is going too far. You are not thinking of finding out in advance what attack methods the child excels in, are you? Back in the Highest Mental World, had you not watched enough?"
She was stopping Old Wang from peeking.
In fact, although Old Wang was domineering, he was actually very cautious. Even in a setting like this, once he felt the slightest impropriety, he had wanted to pry into the lights of the hearts of Wang Dao, Oldest Younger Brother, and the others.
As a result, Jiang Yun stopped him.
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