Wang Zesheng, Jiang Yun, Thing, Ma, the First Generation Beast Emperor, and the others were all Six-time Limit Breaking Great Powers who knew Wang Xuan extremely well, yet they had rarely seen such a grave expression on his face as he gazed into the depths of space.
For a moment, even they felt as if space-time had solidified, an indescribable oppression weighing down on them.
In their memories, Little Wang was powerful and leisurely. His cultivation was unfathomably deep, yet he rarely acted, preferring to roam the world in carefree freedom. He would rather nurture new Saints, support the Hot-Blooded Old Men's Group, and even wanted to "support gods," while hiding behind the scenes himself, unwilling to move.
Now, they sensed that Little Wang might be forced to act in the future. He had even spoken of killing until his eyes went red, afraid he would forget who he was. One could imagine just how grave the situation was.
The First Generation Beast Emperor said, "Don't make the atmosphere so oppressive and heavy. No one can say what the future will bring. The Yin Six Realm hasn't fused yet, and the world is peaceful and brilliant right now. Live as you should, and don't put pressure on yourselves beforehand."
"Right, relax. Don't think too much. Well, son, although I sometimes find you displeasing to the eye, you're still quite good." The Mysterious Mobile Phone spoke, even dropping the word "damn" and directly calling him son.
Wang Xuan could only glare helplessly.
"After looking around, only you are worthy of Hong Xiu. I don't actually object. Old men, let's go. Leave the young people some time." The Mysterious Mobile Phone said this, then used the Chaos Vortex it was best at to draw over its utterly bewildered biological daughter.
Hong Xiu