Hearing that childish voice say this, the people listening throughout the cosmos finally understood.
So this little fellow was Luo Zheng's son...
"That little bastard..." Anger showed on Maha's face.
At ninety-two years old, an ordinary person would already have one foot in the grave!
But for a martial artist, that was naturally incredibly young.
Ordinary martial artists easily lived for a thousand or even ten thousand years. In the eyes of mortals, they were already beings akin to immortals.
Not to mention martial artists of the Three Transformations to Divinity, who often possessed lifespans of millions of years!
Realm Lords could live for tens of millions of years, while Celestial Venerables measured their lifespans in hundreds of millions!
With such long lifespans, they could witness the evolution of time and the rise and fall of entire races. Compared to mortals, they were practically eternal beings.
Ninety-two years...
Measured against the tens-of-millions-of-years lifespan of the Realm Lord Realm, it was like a chick that had just pecked through its eggshell. Its fluffy little head had only just poked through the crack, barely opening its eyes to look at the world...
During that time, Maha had already cultivated to the Realm Lord level—and he was a genuine Dao Child at that!
From every angle, such talent could not be underestimated.
But this monstrous Maha had always encountered people even more monstrous than himself!
In fact, the ten Dao Children of the Great Yanyu Cosmos were all far younger than Maha.
That was because the conditions for the birth of Dao Children differed between the two cosmoses.
Luo Xiao was now facing a matter of life and death. He had no more scruples, so whether Luo Zheng, Hua Tianming, or Xuan Yuan Chen Feng... those Dao Children were all his final lifeline,