The brother and sister had never seen anything like this before.
Especially Xiao Yun—she knew all too well how immense her own strength was.
Over the years, she had continued growing by relying on those desolate bones, while her talent ensured that she could make the utmost use of the power within them.
Among Desolate Gods of the same realm, very few possessed power that could surpass hers.
Yet this young man had blocked her nearly full-powered strike with just one hand.
He had never even cultivated as a Desolate God... If he truly became one, how terrifying would he be?
Xiao Yun withdrew her fist.
The pale yellow light around her body flickered faintly, and her figure began to shrink again and again...
At last, she returned to her original form.
She picked up her clothes and slowly walked toward Luo Zheng. A trace of awe and suspicion had appeared in her gaze as she looked at him.
Someone like this could never have been an obscure nobody. Yet he knew nothing about Desolate Gods or this world. This fellow was simply too strange.
"You... where exactly did you come from?" Xiao Yun could not help asking. Her curiosity had already been stirred.
"Can I choose not to say?" Luo Zheng replied.
Xiao Yun curled her lips. She more or less knew that Luo Zheng would not reveal it easily, so she instead asked, "Then what is your purpose in coming here?"
"My purpose..." Luo Zheng mused for a moment.
His mother had thrown him down here...
Now, Luo Zheng was gradually beginning to understand his origins and what he would have to face.
As for his purpose, a trace of urgency glimmered in his eyes. "My purpose is to become stronger!"
Fu Chu suddenly cut in, "It seems